I won't ask you to risk no more
If I'm unsure but I'm unsure
And I know you're not sure neither
My spirit flies above my bed
While I lay here as good as dead
My body growing colder still
I feel as though my heart is gone
A withered branch a paper gun
The question plagues upon my mind
Should I fly while there's still time
There's just one thing I'd ask of you
Stay by my side while I see this through
Hear me now
Your name is on my lips
When you hear that watchdog howlin'
Somebody's round Buddy someone's round
When you hear that hoot owl cryin'
Somebody's dying oh someone's dyin'
