Down where the cattails lean and listen Where the water keeps old names There’s a knock in the mud at midnight And the moon don’t ask who came Boots by the door. Coat full of weather. Eyes like he’s seen the end. If you hear a laugh in the marsh grass That’s Toad stepping in Stomp once for the lost ones Clap twice for the bold If the road’s gone quiet behind you You’re walking with Toad He don’t promise heaven He don’t sell you gold But he’ll get you across If you’re willing to go He drinks with the frogs and the fireflies Pays his tab in favors and time Knows which bridges fall at sunrise And which ones hold if you don’t lie Carries letters he never opens Keys that don’t fit doors If you ask him where you’re headed He’ll ask what you’re asking for Stomp once for the lost ones Clap twice for the bold If the dark starts calling your number You’re walking with Toad He don’t promise heaven He don’t sell you gold But he’ll get you across If you’re willing to go Some cross on a prayer Some cross on a dare Some cross ‘cause there’s nothing to stay for If your name’s in the water And the water says “now” Toad’s already waiting Stomp once for the living Clap twice for the old If the map burns up in your pocket You’re walking with Toad No crown. No banner. No story told straight. Just a hand in the dark And a gate Hear that? That’s not thunder. That’s him.
