That you asked 'Cause honestly I've been Out of touch and out of reach Just looking for someone, anything That's finally gonna put me back I'd be all about it I'd do anything, anything Put me back, put me back

Abandon the safety of mindless following Open your eyes And see the Open your eyes (behold the path before you) To the grave (to the grave) Abandon what holds us captive to to suffering Pierce the blinders, behold The path that leads before you Let us

There were times I was lost and no one looked for me Staring at my rearview wondering how I made it out Took the road less traveled, giving thanks to to the gravel that got me here I couldn't shed no tears through the pain and the suffering Why bother now

Go back to to your trailer Girl we ain’t friends we’re just neighbors There ain’t nothing to to see here Keep your two cents on your side of the fence You say that you’re watching the birds out the window Well I’ve got a bird you can watch You ain’t gotta act

There's one kind of favor I'm gonna ask of you Dig my grave with a silver spade Every link in my Jesus name Ever hear that church bell tone When I'm dead don't grieve for me Come right here and put flowers on my grave See that my grave is kept clean

Welcome to to the Heist Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousand ants, they carry me Ten thousand 'Cause the moment is now, can't get it back from the grave Uh, I hope that God decides to to talk through him That the people decide to to walk

Now Jesse had a wife Lived a lady all her life And children they were brave But history does record That Bob and Charlie ford Have laid poor Jesse in his grave Jesse James we understand Has killed many a man He robbed the union trains

Tryin' to be a good girl, but fallin' for a bad boy She's a good girl, sky blue turquoise Fallin' for a bad boy, drivin' that Detroit Big block, cruisin' up the blacktop Turnin' up a corn row, scarecrow, farm house, gravel road Comin' for a good girl,

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

Over the edge I want to to believe To To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to to rust Crashing waves to to the fire of