Wreck

Should I close my eyes, get in that line

Hold my bags in file with the boarders?

Should I take your name down on a penciled list

Or a tape recorder?

Or should I take you down in the nighttime

To the banks by the deep black water?

Time will make you mine, in an hour's time

Time will make you older

They're pulling wreckage from the lake

All night and day outside my window

The sky was quiet, cold and wide

The night they died above my pillow

And God will take care of us, at least some of us

At least those of us that He wants

And disappear from most of us

Keep clear from most of us

Besides those of us that He haunts