Wrinkle Neck Mules Follow

Sky was turning pink
Day began to think
It won’t be long till night is taking over
Coming with the winds
The trees began to bend
And the August heat gave way to mid-October

Take the timber and turn it into gold
Because the yearlings are no more in the field
Save the branches and the stories you been told
Because the ones who were no more are still here
Apprentice to Ghosts, I’m learning to be
Apprentice to Ghosts and dead leaves

The high beams start to shine
Illuminate the eyes
Of the possum and the white tail on the shoulder
Light off into the night
Like a sparrow taking flight
Starry skies just echo what he told her

Just like water to the seed
It provides you everything you need
And you’re running from the house
But no screams are in your mouth