Verse 1:

If you drive for eighty miles southwest of highway 44

To those Ozark woods where outside folks don't stay

There's a cliff called Buzzard's Bluff where we would lie on high ground and watch the birds below circle around their prey

And we would pray

We would pray

Chorus:

There ain't nobody's gonna run in here and save me

Heaven knows I can't save myself

I've got no more tears and I've got nothing left for taking

You know the dead don't ever call for help

Verse 2:

It was eighteen miles to town, another mile to Congress Hill

We spent our childhood locked inside a double-wide

No neighbor ever knocked and no one looked us in the eye

It's no one's business what goes on inside

Goes on inside

Chorus

Bridge:

I used to pray to be a bird and fly away

Not one time or two, but every single day

Everyone may look the other way

But I know what happened

God knows what happened

Chorus