Before you your mom and dad used to smoke in the Texas sun. They were young once too and your mom she found Jesus while your old man stepped out and drew up his veins. It’s quiet in the house of the old, you can hear through grinding teeth, clocks taking their toll. Cause time has a mind of its own, like our sun spinning around it won’t slow for you now. Oh I wanna catch in a song, notes I don’t hear yet but I will when I’m gone. I’ve been pouring my heart up, up through the floorboards but you don’t live here no more. Oh you wanna catch in a lens, color your green eyes, don’t see just yet. The horsemen, they all blow out their torches but I can see you still shining now. But you sleep in a bed for a giant while you wait for your love to come home, but you don’t know she’s not coming back. Oh I wanna find out I’m wrong and every road leads us home. Oh but I’ll never know cause I keep my eyes closed and I only go where I’ve been before. Oh say you don’t know if you don’t.