Lyrics

Moonlight cobble stones,
used to wander alone
down the old forgotten road
to give back what I owed.


A bag of shiny stones,
and a not-yet-wilted rose,
a stack of books tied with a bow
I laid above your bones.


Widow-maker fist,
we used to live in bliss,
but swing like iron and cut like bricks
death’s sweet bare knuckle kiss


Next come: forty years in stripes
the price paid for a life
to an orphan boy with big bright eyes
that cut me like a knife.


Now death whispers sweet,
“Come, boy, rest your feet.
and have yourself a bite to eat,
these errors ne'er to repeat."


Oh, lift me from this skin!
The life I languish in,
oh, God, let me begin again
I swear not to offend


But now my temper’s chilled,
my penitence fulfilled,
searching here at the grave of the man I killed
for the courage to rebuild


Down the moonlight cobblestones
where we used to wander alone
down the old forgotten road
to give back what I owed


Yeah, down the old forgotten road
I gave back what I owed