[Verse 1: Desert stoner-rock female lead, heavy and dry over the downtuned riff] Eleven acres of corn where the desert starts to burn Every fall I cut a maze in it, every season a new turn Got a hayride and a scarecrow and a boy with a chainsaw, no chain Got the high school kids all screamin' down the rows like a train Then Dale's on the mornin' radio, my ex, the king of brag Says, "I'll walk her maze in ten minutes," like he walked out with a bag Ten minutes and a duffel, that's the last I saw his back So I go out with the mower by the moon, and I cut a brand new track [Hook: stoner-rock female lead, the riff grinding under every line] Go on in, big talker, hang a left at the hay Every turn you're gonna take is a turn that I made You were always so sure you could find your way out Now you're cornered in my corn, and only I know the route [Verse 2: stoner-rock female lead, Halloween night, the riff heavier] Halloween at seven, and he's struttin' through the gate Got a flashlight and the radio guy, says, "Ladies, don't wait" Ten minutes go by, then an hour, then three And the radio guy's on the tailgate, havin' coffee with me Every scream out in the corn is my chainsaw boy at play Or the scarecrow on his pole or Dale goin' the wrong way He's callin' out my name at midnight like he called it way back when Like he's sorry, like he needs me, like he's comin' home again So I turn the hayride speakers up and let the cold come by And I eat a slice of pumpkin pie beneath a yellow sky [Hook: stoner-rock female lead, the riff grinding under every line] Go on in, big talker, hang a left at the hay Every turn you're gonna take is a turn that I made You were always so sure you could find your way out Now you're cornered in my corn, and only I know the route [Instrumental: downtuned stoner riff and pounding drums, eight bars] [Verse 3: stoner-rock female lead, six in the mornin'] Six a.m., the TV people send a helicopter out For the man who spent the night in there and couldn't find a route [Overhead Shot: stoner-rock female lead, the camera looking straight down, the riff grinding wide] And from up there in the chopper, you can read it clear as day Every path I cut by moonlight spells the words I couldn't say "Still lost, Dale," in letters that are forty feet tall And the little dot that's runnin' is him, stuck inside the L By noon it's on the news, and my phone won't stop ringin' Got the whole state buyin' tickets just to walk it, and I'm grinnin' [Hook: stoner-rock female lead, the riff grinding under every line] Go on in, big talker, hang a left at the hay Every turn you're gonna take is a turn that I made You were always so sure you could find your way out Now you're cornered in my corn, and only I know the route [End]
