Miles away from 
 Those that matter 
 Unfamiliar place 
 Hours bleed out and 
 Days tail off then 
 Night degrades to gray 
    Crooked timber 
 Keep me warm and safe   
 Bells toll slowly 
 Loud dark iron 
 Can't place where I am 
 No clear signal 
 Scraping dragging 
 Fate pulls faces   
 Crooked timber 
 Steer me keep me sane   
 Times’ attrition 
 Grinds these landscapes 
 Sifts them into shape 
 My resistance 
 To it’s pressure 
 Buckles more each day   
 Crooked timber 
 That we can’t make straight   
 My shade will comfort you