[Verse 1] High up on Grass Ridge, timber running deep Clay in the wheel wells, promises to keep He said, Keep your footing where the briars grow thick, The devil loves a shadow and an easy trick. Out in the brush where the wild grouse flush There’s an old cold silence in the autumn hush. Let the watchers huddle down below the trees, Crawling through the brambles on their bended knees. [Pre-Chorus] They want a broken spirit or a shaken hand, Waiting on a tremor that was never planned. Let 'em look. Let 'em stare. [Chorus] The devil’s always watching me, counting every hair, Sifting through the shadow for a place to hide his snare. He’s keeping both eyes fixed upon my tracks, Waiting on the moment that the iron cracks. He can burn his daylight while the seasons turn— I’m standing on the blueprint that he couldn’t burn. [Verse 2] Down at the bottom where the water turns brown, They trade in small talk from a hollow town. Chirping like a bird in a gilded wire, Trying to sell water that was born of fire. The cage door’s open and the floor is bare, Nothing but a feather hanging in the air. They're wondering how the quiet got so wide and deep— The cat ate the canary while they were asleep. [Chorus] The devil’s always watching me, counting every hair, Sifting through the shadow for a place to hide his snare. He’s keeping both eyes fixed upon my tracks, Waiting on the moment that the iron cracks. He can burn his daylight while the seasons turn— I’m standing on the blueprint that he couldn’t burn. [Bridge] Let him watch the limestone. Let him watch the red dirt. Let him see a root that refuses to hurt. I didn’t snap the silver cord to slip his sight, I anchored to the stone and I pulled the light. [Chorus] The devil’s always watching me, counting every hair, Sifting through the shadow for a place to hide his snare. He’s keeping both eyes fixed upon my tracks, Waiting on the moment that the iron cracks. He can burn his daylight while the seasons turn— I’m standing on the blueprint that he couldn’t burn. [Outro] Let him watch. Let him waste his time. Up on Grass Ridge, Holding the line. Nothing missing, nothing lost. Paid the toll, Counted the cost.
