The Big Sleep

At the end of the road he calls everyone home

And the fire will consume us

Striking through to the bone

At the end of the road you will soon hear him call

As the congregations crumble and the chapels will fall

And the taste on your tongue

Well it comes yeah it comes

With the bittersweet pang of remorse and pain

Till the judgment is made

The prosecution's won

The gavel has won and justice is done

The courtroom clears and I'm left alone on the bench

My wife and children gone along with my defense

The bailiff leads me back to my cell

Like the riverman ferrying me to hell

I can't blame them, no

To hate me for what I've done

I hear them whispering in the hall

You live and die by the gun

All I can do is sit here and pray

I'll be forgiven on judgment day

Tell my wife in our yard buried underneath the pine

Theres a shoebox full of money of which I never earned a dime

Use it to start over the way things should have been

Live honest, and love again

Tell my wife, tell my kids

I never meant for this to happen

When they flip the switch please do not stay

I couldn't bear for you to remember me this way