A wraith in a raincoat paid cash for the ticket
A ram got caught by his horns in the thicket
Motels, mattresses, packets of matches
Detectives ask questions: "Exactly what happened?"
Sacramento sort of felt like a sacrifice
But also sort of seemed like a scam
In the bonfire ashes, in the camps by the creek
The dogs scratched up a bracelet and teeth
We were swarmed by the flies, we were rubbing our eyes
I saw Isaac in the parking lot standing with some other guy
If you see him, maybe ask him why
Why he wouldn't introduce me to that other guy
With our wrists wrapped up in the cables and cords
We were down in some ditch getting soaked by the storm
Some strange [?] took a torch to the corn
A ram in the thicket and it's caught by its horn
California came on with a promise
At first I kind of believed it
Now it seems needy and desperate
And the ram's all stuck in the thicket
It's a horn in the thicket belongs to the ram
That clouded our voices, said someone call Abraham
Tell your girl to chill, tell her Isaac understands
And those little white pills, they look so big in tiny hands
Tell the ram to hold still, it's too late to make new plans
Sacramento sort of felt like a sacrifice
It also sort of seemed like a scam
It's too late to make new plans
It's too late to make new plans
It's too late to make new plans
It's too late to make new plans
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