Twas a man about thirty two Eyes like a black hole Cutting through the room Reading every lie Before it gets named He kept to himself Moved like a ghost train Boots by the door Still dusted with red clay Then dark comes creeping in Past the cracked screen door Into the hallway And starts hearing Things that ain't there anymore Makes you wish It was un-reality Chorus Oh, when the moon hangs low On the rusted wire And the porch light flickers Like it don't wanna try He can feel it in the floorboards Hear it in the pipes A cold, hard shape Waking up in the house at night And you pray it's just the wind (Just the wind) But it leans too close And it knows your name like me He don't run He just stands there still With his jaw set tight Watching the shadow pool At the edge of the hall Like spilled black ink Crawling slow Bridge And all at once The radio hisses out The dog won't cross the kitchen The mirror goes dull He sees that man in the glass With a face gone pale He wished it was un-reality Chorus Oh, when the moon hangs low On the rusted wire And the porch light flickers Like it don't wanna try He can feel it in the floorboards Hear it in the pipes A cold, hard shape Waking up in the house at night And you pray it's just the wind (Just the wind) But it leans too close And it knows your name like me Makes you wish It was un- reality
