The Garden of Gethsemane

On the side of the dirt road

An old Chevy wreck

I climbed through the window

I sat in the back

I gathered my thoughts

With my head in my hands

My next of kin

My list of demands

I slipped from shadow to shadow

I saw things I should not see

The moon rose high

over the Garden

The Garden of Gethsemane

I know who I’m for

and who I’m against

I pulled the shades tight

I built me a fence

I dug a tunnel

deep and wide

I sit at the bottom

and wait for the night

I slipped from shadow to shadow

I saw things I should not see

The moon rose high

over the Garden

The Garden of Gethsemane

Morning has come

Clean clothes on the line

There’ll be no tomorrow

I rise and I shine

If you swallow the coin

from the wishing well

Your dreams will come true

in heaven or hell

I slipped from shadow to shadow

I saw things I should not see

The moon rose high

over the Garden

The Garden of Gethsemane

Take my hand

Down we go

Take my hand, love

Down we go