Talking big on a train through an Empire town.
Glad to sneak through the best of police siren sound.
Used to fights, used to flight, this is nice for now.
Two bags of light back again in an Empire town.
I came to cure, so now you know I keeps my word.
Darkest are the things we've done, the things we'll do.
Arrow true, I protects you...
But I took the drug.
I took the drug and I drugged it down.
It folded, it bent my brains into a crown
to a place on my head at the end of my life.
Or who knows? Maybe just the end of tonight.
Or who knows? Maybe I have already died.
So I drift along...
I drift along. I lost the war.
I throw out my crown. I'll sing no more.
But just as the swamp sucks The Crown down its throat,
there's a snap and it's magically back in my boat.
A flash in the sky is what's catching my eye.
A tear drops from space in a heavenly spike.
The irony doesn't escape me tonight
There's no one there, but the Devil and I.
A flash in the sky...
What's catching my eye is a flash in the sky.
The flash is a man falling down through the night.
The man should be panicked: the man's hands are tied.
The man grabs two handfuls of Thunder and Light.
The man's limbs come loose in a burst, holy bright.
The chains turn to flies and the smoke turns to flies.
They called it a fall and they all were half-right.
My hands had to clap. The Miraculous Dive.
No splash. He vanishes silent.
Just circles, moving out from a point, but the swamp is glowing.
From the depths, I hear a voice;
singing an old song; turning my blues on.
"Hey Kid-I-Call-No-Shoes, why are you waiting around?
We must get going through the doors we came through.
Back to what-went-wrong, back to the mansion."
There's no one there, but the Devil and I.