well the cold moon’s high on the georgia pines somethin out there crawlin cross the dotted lines got no tracks in the mud no sound in the breeze got an old man shakin on his worn out knees heard a scratch gainst the window saw a shadow stretch long ain’t no critter he knows somethin don’t belong is that whisper the wind… or a hungry low whine? that thing in the dark’s messin with his mind… oh the woods got teeth and the night’s got eyes that shadow won’t quit just slinks and sighs cabin walls creak lock’s rusted thin whatever’s out there… just wants in yeah whatever’s out there just wants in whiskey burns his throat but the cold won’t break "this is my home” voice startin to shake he checks the lock twice metal splintered and thin eyes wild as the fear screamin under his skin “ain’t nothin out there but wind n the rain" a lie he repeats like a broke down refrain glass hits the floorboards he drops his flask "just the damn gale boy… it won’t last" harmonica wails... but his hands won’t obey "they claw at the porch? no just branches at play” white knuckle grip on the shotgun’s old stock "what’s breathin’ out there…?" it’s rotten… door’s locked oh the woods got teeth and the night’s got eyes that shadow won’t quit just slinks and sighs cabin walls creak lock’s rusted thin whatever’s out there… just wants in yeah whatever’s out there just wants in hinges scream as the oak door flies wide rain lashes his face fear trapped inside a shadow uncoils not wolf, not man eyes like cracked glass... shaking hands the shotgun trembles cold in his grip “keep the door barred boy” a cry on his lip it slides past the threshold smellin of graves satanic howl rippin through the murky haze “too late now” it whispers slick and grim he didn’t shoot shadows... ...he let it in...
