We found your name across the chapel door
Carved in cursive with a table fork
Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been
The shaking preacher told the captain's man,
The righteous suffer in a fallen land
And pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in
We found your children by the tavern door
With wooden buttons and an apple core
Playing house and telling everyone you drowned
The begging choir told the captain's man,
We all assume the worst the best we can
And for a round or two they're glad they tracked you down
We found you sleeping by your lover's stone
A ream of paper and a telephone
A broken bow across a long lost violin
Your lover's angel told the captain's man,
It never ends the way we had it planed
And kissed her palm and placed it on your dreaming hand

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