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Dead before the sun could rise I stole the silver off my lover's eyes Rolled out on the dark demise Of midnight's breaking day Born full grown and raised up wild All mortal bones and passions piled Upon my head the blessed child The father of the man I cut my hair and caught a train to Jackson I took a name and found the range Where a voice will make no sound I met a man he told me "Son, I can see you're on the run, If you tell me where you're going I'll tell you where you're bound" They put me off outside of town A cold black rain was falling down I lay my head on the red clay ground And slept for a thousand years I woke into a fever dream Where silence talked and money screamed And nothing was but only seemed And no one seemed to care I cut my teeth on the bread of pure temptation I tried it all and I learned to fall Like I would never hit the ground I met a ghost who looked like me I asked him, "Is it plain to see Or is it hidden?" But he never made a sound I was a lion in the circus ring A scarecrow dressed up like a king Innocent of anything Like love and going blind So I set all my clothes on fire Sold my soul to any buyer Wrapped my heart in concertina wire And showed it for a song I cut and run I ran until I stumbled I struck out alone a rolling stone Forty days came up and down I chased the river to the source I met a girl on a pale horse She pressed her fingers up against my lips And I fell down dead and gone