Martyrs (feat. Sarah Jarosz)

Out in west Texas

Where the dust bleaches the sky

The young ones move restlessly

Trying to blind the small town eye

The coyotes they roam

And at sundown they teach you to cry

And there is no horizon

Only the day and the night

Just running from nothing

But the fear of nothing at all

Dying like martyrs

On crosses of gravel and scar

Will they return

Or make their homes in the stars

Falling stars

Out in south Alabama

There's a young boy who's questioning faith

He's scared to death

Bout the promises that have been made

A position paralyzed by

The tools of the trade

It's a long road to freedom

No matter where it shall take you

Just running from the grips

Of society and Father Time

Living like martyrs

That the years can seldom revive

Will they remain

Or make their way home to the light

Like stars in the night