00:00On the side of the dirt road, that old Chevy brick, I climbed through the window, I sat in a bag, I gathered my thoughts, with my head in my hands.
00:28My next kids, my distant demands, I slipped from shadow to shadow, I saw things I should not see, the moon rose high over the garden,
00:56the garden of Gethsemane, I know who I'm for, and who I'm against,
01:10I pulled the shades tight, I built me a fence, I dug in a tunnel, tunnel deep and wide, I sit at the bottom, wait for the night, I slipped from shadow to shadow.
01:37I saw things I should not see, the moon rose high over the garden, the garden of Gethsemane.