Take a left on Crosby road
choke on dust of the past.
Remember country nights,
under stars where love bloomed.
Pay attention to the big oak.
Witness your promises,
etched deep within.
Shed liar's tears for them.
Onward down the trail
last stop we made.
Hoovers cliff,
the perfect date.
Death.
Bounded by sins
ushered to the bowels of
humanity.
I pray for your soul,
take a right on Crosby road.