Dead Man's Hand

Yellow lines, in the dead of the night Oh, I was heading back out West Trying to keep my eyes open wide I'd gone days without any rest Saw a line in the road looking back About twenty yards ahead You come back from a trip to the East But you don't come back from the dead Sure as hell he was dead as they come, And he was already starting to smell Just a kid, with his hair slicked back And a knife tucked into his belt Was he unforgiven Or just tired of living a life that never felt like his? Though I was worn and weary I thought I'd bury him And lay his soul to rest out in the desert night I laid him down, in a grave in the sand And he grabbed my arm with his dead man's hand He said "I know I'm dead But I don't want to lie in a grave out here where the coyotes cry. I stared right into the endless Void, And I ain't going back if I got any choice I know how to live, I don't know how to die, And there ain't no thrills in the afterlife So lift me up out of here, my friend, And I'll wander the night 'til the ages end." Lit by the moon, he walked through the sand, And he waved "goodbye" with his dead man's hand And he will roam, forever, unto the desert And he will roam, forever, unto the desert