Gazing on a frozen winter pond
Kids in the backseat of a car parked on a lawn
My mouth was tame
But my dreams were wild
I saw the devil as a child
He lived in a house down on Lincoln Lane
He sat at the attic window
Knocking on a pane
The ghost of Indian slaves and more
Parading by his door

My mama and father met in an old corral
Got married in a hurry
But it never did work out
A stone on inset before a storm
Ain’t always standing in the morning

Wound up In a Michigan fishing town
I worked at the hospital keeping the grounds
I fell in love with a girl
With Nordic eyes
Tried to make her realize

When the world is all afire
The swallow flies
I met her at the diner in the night to say goodbye
I like my coffee black and strong
I told my love to run along