Fire Works

That ole country mile
Sure loves dead men for a while
And walking it means coming back to life
All those shifting stones
Leaves those boxes all alone
And would be fate dances on a knife

Call it calm call it patient
Anything but complacent
Light still touches dirt in front of me
Who I was just a lesson
The dying mans confession
So flowers break the peaks where I can see

That ole country mile
Sure loves dead men for a while
And walking it means pulling out your thorns
Those mile marker stones
Made of ash and powdered bone
Shows what you did to gain yourself those horns