Pitchfork

You often sat beside a window at dawn

And whispered to me, "This is right where you belong"

At dusk I'd hear a different voice echo the same

As if the woods are gently callin' out my name

The sight of cloven hooves floating o'er the riverbed

Lead me to my bedside praying

Vision of a pitchfork stuck in the desert sand

Told me from your grace I'm swaying

You often sat beside a window at dawn

And whispered to me, "This is right where you belong"

At dusk I'd hear a different voice echo the same

As if the woods are gently callin' out my name

The sight of cloven hooves floating o'er the riverbed

Lead me to my bedside praying

Vision of a pitchfork stuck in the desert sand

Told me from your grace I'm swaying

Aaaah, aaaah

Aaaah, aaaah

Aaaah, aaaah

Aaaah, aaaah