Would you cut me out from them all, just like the others?
To go and spend ten years on the devil's sword
Mark my words, I will stagger on back to Texas
Under the burning eye of an empty world
Lock myself in my thoughts not for the first time
Listen, my mind ain't what it used to be
I'm looking back to the East
And that's where I started
And I don't want it to catch up to me
Would you cut me out from the cloth? I am your brother
You and I have been through many trials
Mark my words, I will dance upon Satan's doorstep
Just for one more chance to see you smile
Throw out a prayer to Saint John for the last time
Listen, my faith ain't what it used to be
But I'm looking out further West
And that's where I'm going
If I just stay here long, I'll just accompany you
