take a rake to each of our minds
meet us north of hornersville side
bring your gloves, see us out
right by the vines, bring your match,
and bring your best lines
tell us tales through alcohol eyes
count the refills until the sun starts to rise
there's a point beyond the old trees where
the goatman terrified me
twenty years stuck in my dreams
undefined and the time
it cannot erase
all the crusted ruts of that face
get your maps and polish your knives
and we'll ride
into night we'll ride