Follow Me Down

I've been counting crows again

And no one wants my name

The blue motel goes ghostly as she fades

Into the gray of the saturday rain

I'm a war zone--

If you lose me, you can find me,

I'll be dancing down the shingles.

My rooftop's always free from prying eyes

And the leaves will collect your little white lies my friend

So follow me down the river

With no shame

Follow me down.

Bitter spectres beckon: 'let it rain.

Why don't you turn, weary traveler?

Why don't you fly?

Why don't you fall?'

The brown and yellow leaves are all

They coast down dreamy breezes

And tremble in their dancing as much as we.

It's a war zone; terrible turning journey

Of a deathwish down

And there, along the river's path we follow:

Pagan rain-kids with nowhere else to go

Let it furrow

Let it follow

Follow me down.