| I’m walkin to the other side |
| With the devil tryin to take my mind |
| And my soul’s just a silhouette |
| In the ashes of a cigarette |
| Illusions never fake their lies |
| Trick cards fool the eye |
| Carry zeros over till they add up |
| Bury tears in the chapters you shut |
| Sometimes the jail can’t chain the cell |
| And the plain’s too plain to tell |
| All alone by a barren well |
| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself |
| I’ve been diggin the ground |
| Through the dust and the clouds |
| I see miles and miles and junkyard piles |
| I wanted hope from a grave |
| I wanted strength from a slave |
| What gives you comfort now |
| Might be the end of you then |
| Crows are pullin at my clothes |
| The wind got my fingers froze |
| Standin all day keepin watch |
| Over all the treasures we lost |
| Sometimes the jail can’t chain the cell |
| And the plain’s too plain to tell |
| All alone by a barren well |
| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself |
| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself |
| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself |
| The scarecrow’s only scarin himself, yeah |