Little boy standing at the end of the road, he's waiting
For someone to give him a sign as to where to go
Old men with their pitchforks and their lies have come to him in sleep
So he's leaving his small, small town and his flock of sheep
Nothing's the same anymore, and through a crack in the door
He's gone, gone, gone far away from you and the birds and the trees
Off to find what he's made to believe is something that he needs
He's done it, and he's leaving
Young woman she's standing at the edge of a grave, she's laughing
Her father's just died and his possessions are something worth having
She's poisoned and killed his body with deception and lies
So never will father and daughter again see eye to eye
Nothing's the same anymore, and through a crack in the floor
He's gone, gone, gone far away from you and bright lights
Off to find what he knows to be true through the blessed night
She's done it, he's leaving
He's gone now, she's not grieving
She's a killer, oh, a killer
Getting ready to leave