The Garden of Gethsemane - The Nightwatchman

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

Take my hand

Down we go

Take my hand love

Down we go