Stalking Annie

stalking annie, won't you wait for me?
say you're lonely. one and only, the way back home
is a thorny trail of promises.
cut me deeply. i'm asleep when timber calls.

set me up. patch my cuts.
i'll be alive when I get to the place i call home.
talk to me. keep it clean.
i can't go to sleep when i've got so much farther to go.
i should have told you so.
we've almost come back home.

timber willie, blow the dinner horn.
i'm so hollow, but i can't swallow to save my life.
there's road for miles and no end in sight.
i've got to make it. hand me the blanket, it's cold tonight.

dreams of blood. the silent wood.
a place for my head while i muster the strength to go on.
and pitying annie sleeps.
timber stirs ashes, drowns embers with his bitter tears.
i feel the end is near.
so hard just to stay here. alright.

thunderheads and sheets of rain.
annie holds me. the fever goads me and i've lost control.
i just want to go home again.
but though i tremble i won't resemble the dead we know.

holding me fast asleep
as i call out curses in words that nobody knows.
and annie prays in the coming days
down on her knees by a cross by the side of the road.
some things we never know
till finally we come home.