This my excavation

And today is Qumran

Everything that happens is from now on

This is pouring rain, this is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down

Two hundred at a time

It's hard to find it when you knew it

When your money's gone and you're drunk as hell

On your back with the racks, as the stacks are your load

In the back and the racks of the stacks are your load

In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

I've been twisting to the sun

I needed to replace

The fountain in the front yard is rusted out

All my love was down in a frozen ground

There's a black crow sitting across from me

His wiry legs are crossed

He's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss

Whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss?

On your back with the racks, as the stacks are your load

In the back and the racks of the stacks are your load

In the back with your racks and you're unstacking your load

This is not the sound of a new man

Or a crispy realization

It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away

Your love will be

Safe with me