Dust in the silence, mist in his breath Wounds in his boots from a dance with death He don't pray no more, but he still walks slow Every mile bought with what he can't let go Barbed wire hymns hum low on the breeze Crows like judges perched in the leafless trees Sun bleeds gold through a thundercloud veil He ain't lookin’ for heaven, just the weight to exhale To the crossroad… where time forgets Where sinners barter with silhouettes Every good intention scorched and thrown The road was paved by hands of stone He’s got a name he won’t speak out loud Whispers it once to the watching shroud Wears guilt like a coat, stitched from flame Trading truth for silence, shame for name No fiddles sing, no devils grin Only cold eyes where trust has been A choice ain’t light when the cost is soul But mercy don’t bloom in a field gone cold To the crossroad… where the fog holds tight Where the dawn forgets the kiss of night One more bargain in the falling rain Not for riches, just a break in pain And if he don’t return, don’t light a flame Just pour one out and curse his name Some roads end quiet, some roads roar… He just kept walking like he’d done before
