Turpentine (feat. Amy Ray)

Every ending that you ever rushed Stings like cinder, slow as rust Shotgun slug found in the middle of A field of red bags, ripe with Vidalias Time ain't always kind To the shakin' child or the slippin' mind Every heart that you ever loved Ragged wrung and divvied up Fallow tracts to a scythe, a dove A cellar stocked with bushels of Time ain't always kind To the shakin' child or the slippin' mind Hallelujah, turpentine We can tend the land for a little while Bones of those beneath the boundary line East in sets first, and then clockwise, clockwise Every acre that you ever owned Hissed and split like radiator hose I seen your kinfolk walkin' the meadow Burrs and burns, but not alone Time ain't always kind To the shakin' child or the slippin' mind Hallelujah, turpentine We can tend the land for a little while Bones of those beneath the boundary lines East in sets first, and then clockwise, clockwise