"Hang on, I'll be back by Monday", you said. It's been days now, still not a sign from you.
So I wait here in the dark while sharpening knives, counting hours and crows to pa** the time.
Waiting as the days are turning to years, I've been hanging out for so long, out in these desert hills.
And I sit alone here, I'm so tired of needing a ride, I've been wasting years now, and I hope you're feeling proud.
Down you go in a blaze of ashes and all I know is that you have been lying through your teeth.
There's always someone there who can take your place, all you are is just a little bit too easy.
And down you go in a blaze of dirt. "Hang on, I'll be back by Monday", you said. It's been years now,
still not a sign from you I've got miles left to go and I'm not in the mood for this walk, so I'm counting hours and crows 'til I get home.