Through Crooked Aim
Mt. Desolation
Well, I've got trouble in mind
And Lord, it's the weak and the lonely kind
And maybe I'II do what I like
And maybe I'II throw away all that's mine, oh
Oh
Dark as the lows of the sea
I'm scared and aware of what hides in me
Reckless, I follow my needs
Though I am well-versed in the pain they feed, oh
Oh
But I am not lost yet
Or slave to my secrets
But Lord, it ain't easy now
No, Lord, it ain't easy now
Wiser the way that it was
Better small warmth than the bitter cost
I thought I could build my resolve
I thought that the hunger could be controlled, oh
Oh
But I am not lost yet
Or slave to my secrets
But Lord, it ain't easy now
No, Lord, it ain't easy now
Lord, it ain't easy now
But I am awake now
The streets are deserted
Breath in the cold air
And the steps to the river
The veil of deceit
The head of a lion
And the flotsam and jetsam
And the still of the morning