Well, makin' tracks down where few walkers go, y'all
Let me remember things I won't
Walkin' with my dog where old myths lie
Stoppin' along the river road at night
Robe and hood standin' in the moonlight

I can hear some cold talk callin' me home
Thunder left my bones still hangin' in a tree
When I get my feet, stare down this hollow stalker
Moonlight challenged by it's lack of color
Picked up a match box, lit it and saw Grim Reaper

Saw a boney hand extend my way
The hand grips tighter and my eyes water
Cold boney fingers shook me over
Now I'm gonna find my world's been folded
And if it gets stopped
Go on home with Grim Reaper