Found that bird in the dirt, held it in my hands
Looked it in the eyes and broke its wing, buried it in the sand.
Hands a shaken but the doctor said, "prescription can't be filled.
what you want is in the bottle, it ain't in a pill."
Carved your name in my arm, felt good while it bled
by the time the scab fell off, our good love was dead.
In your head you know that girl, the one that got away
The way she smelled and the dress she wore and the way she moved
when you kissed her neck that way.
Now I've got twelve gauges in my mouth, pointed up toward God,
like my hands when I used to pray,
"The Lord my soul to keep, now I lay me down to sleep."
from All We Are,
released October 29, 2013
Vaughn Walters - Vocals, banjo
Jenny Parrott - Fiddle
Chris Crepps - Upright Bass
Jonny Wolf - Drums, Percussion