White Lodge (Fire) (Audiotree Live Version)

Now choke up on your chainsaw grip, girl

I'll put the baby to bed

Double check that all the windows are boarded proper

Then sidle down from in your cyclone, momma

From these pentacular peaks

You know that my brain has been a sugarcane field on fire

full of troubling things,

a veritable potpourri

such that I've sprouted another eye

To keep these two company

As a daring detective

in a troubling town

Where I'm faced with the case of a cryptic killer

in the dirtiest mirror

in the dingiest dive

I know I'm alive for a breath and then

true transcendence will trawl along

in a junk fit with sable sails

You'll want on,

but the line is longer than the Appalachian trail

Come now, baby boy

Embrace the void

and put on "On the Beach"

and learn from God to listen,

not to always have to preach

You,

who are always putting time

In a place of authority

Stand in the shade of your medicine man

Don't have your head in the sand

when the LORD comes back