Go back, baby, the way you came.nI made a trail to mark the way.nDrops of wine and crumbs of flesh,nHurry back, child, before you're dead.nnI can't pretend now that you're alive.nI know I'm dancing with the dead tonight.nHeaving bodies in the front yard lights,nThey're easing off the glory of the truth denied.nnThis little light of mine, nShine bright and blind the reaper's eyes.nHear you stomping on the tops of pines.nWe rest as death lays on his knife.nnThe moon ain't pulling at the waves tonight, nIt's dragging me around just like it drug the tide. nOh, these great hands that pull my life,nThey drug me outside of y'all's house last nightnWhere I said, nnPack it up boys. Gather all your stuff.nIn this old money town, it's easy to get stuck.nI left the flashlights by the roadnand an atlas to follow.