The haunted boy
Had a pocket full of coins
And chose to flip the dime
The Jesters began to cry
Twisting their jokes
That tangled up in his mind
The dangling rope
Swinging from the tree
Swinging from the tree
For eternity
Hung out to dry
Dead end coming in
Dead end coming out
See you in the droughts
When it all falls out
And you're on the other side
To grow on the path
Entangled in thought
Hung up on doubt
And the devil walked in
Seen the dove
She hits with a stare
But she doesn't care to stay
I don't even care
As long as I'm gone
As long as the wind does say
I just don't care anyway
Well anyway it hits