Beck Follow

Hey, hey, hey, hey

Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave
Never pawned my watch and chain
The landlord living inside my head
I paid my rent till the lights went dead

And I saw my sign coming up the road
Dead ditch waitin' for to bury my load
On the avenues and the brink of day
A Roosevelt dime and a bucket of rain
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Now hold your hand up to the plow
Work the dirt till the sun goes down
What's left of death is more than fear
Let dust be dust and the good Lord near

It's a little too much to ask of faith
A little too late to wait for fate
So tell the angels what you've seen
Scarecrow's shadow on the Nazarene
Oh, oh, oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Kindness will find you
When darkness is falling round your bend
Kindness will follow , children will wander
Till the end, hey, oh, ooh