If his patience had its way, would that light come in?nWould they send him back to Texas; weathered face and crooked grin.nWhere they sing, Eeee. Oh!nnDrives up to the next seat and onto the roots.nDrinking up the village,nAnd, drinking a little morenEeee. Oh!nnFound you the bed with a hammer by your side.nSleeping out the daynWell, it's pounding on your head.nWhere they sing, Eeee. Oh!nnnThere's movement in the airnJust above the neck.nBodies overturnednAnd its been like this for daysnWell, they sing, Eeee.nOh!nnget back, motherfuckernpack your bags, motherfuckernmove on, motherfuckernyou're a dumb motherfuckern(oh, lord, where'd you go?)nnif the devil had his way, would that light come in?nwould they send you back, send you back, send you back?