friend/ship

And where do you live?On the mountain side where the razor passedOnce lush now bare as an agéd ass

I’m so glad that I met youSweet Jesus, you can be my savior tooAcross the hall a looking glassMy good deeds catching up to me at last

The parents open doorsAnd tell their kids “now don’t go in man!”But it’s the children born unto the wildernessWho make it to the promised land.