[ Featuring the Half-Empties ]
Red hot sinking summer sun
Vultures on the fly
Tar-black-clouded irises
Match the piebald sky
This shade won't cool a thing
God made the Devil, but the Devil made me
Cold wind cuts like razor bites
Death shroud on the sun
Pull your hat and cowhide tight
Hug your fresh-fired gun
The blinding snow won't hide your secret, no
God made the Devil, but the Devil made me
Iron horse teems with screaming steam it
Echoes in my bones
Steel wheels spin for years it seems they
Steal me from my home
Great distances won't set you free
God made the Devil, but the Devil made me
Waves are crashing overboard, but
Still no land's been seen
Heaven above and hell below
We're tumbling in between
A death is a death, even at sea
God made the Devil, but the Devil made me
