Wooden Dress

She was buried alive on a Saturday night
Wore that wooden dress into the ground
I was born in a box the very same night
Earth closed up without a sound
We broke through with the dawn to a cold morning light
October in that rusty desert town
Stole a can of gas and a little butane light
Laughing as we burned the whole place down

Lord, put me back
I’ve walked down every track
Seen this whole island on my own
Now the road’s wearing thin like the soles of my boots
Lord, put me back into the ground

They caught up with us that night by a fire in the hills
Drug us back to town through the midnight sky
With an oak tree and a rope they strung her up behind the church
Waiting around this time for her to die
I left them all that night to their shitty little lives
Grew up fast and lived to spite them all
They said she was a witch and we belonged in the dirt
Now they got nothing left except their walls

-Chorus-

They were right about one thing: I been up here way too long
I’ve seen it all and now I miss the cold, cold ground
I’m at the end of the line and I can hear that lonely song
Earth closing up without a sound

Lord, put me back
I’ve walked to Hell and back
I’m afraid to close my eyes when I lay down
Now the road’s wearing thin like the soles of my boots
And I’m swaying like a tree without any roots
Lord, put me back
Lord, put me back
Lord, put me back into the ground