Wayward Lyrics

Hey weary traveler, do you have me a good story?

Is it long? Is it boring? Is it full of strife?

Come sit with me, and we'll see what's to see

We can talk on the finer points of hating life

Play the cards in cascade, see the fools in full parade

Hear less in old age, feel less with each page

Turned on the whim of a reaper most grim

On the edge of a blade your reflection is in

Just as clear as sin

With no fear!

Everybody's askin' about the wayward son

How's the wayward daughter?

What kind of wine is she drinkin' tonight?

Does she love her father?

I lose a little control of myself

Sayin' stupid things to everybody else

I lose a little more of my mind

Do another headshot pantomime

Be a dear and carry the bags under my eyes

Bet you wouldn't bother

Light a lanky candle in the sacristy for Saint "Boneyface" the Martyr

Grab a cup of beer and God bless the fir tree

Winter's gettin' harder!

There's a little devil that looks like you

He says he'll make me smarter

I lose a little control of myself

Sayin' stupid things to everybody else

I lose a little more of my mind

Do another headshot pantomime

So suddenly, I lose me, it's all you

This ain't my blood, ain't my gun, not my problem

Oh, wayward friend, this must end, this is through

We learned the game, played it nice, it came true

Don't follow me, follow suit, turn your boot