Crossroads

If your memory serves you well

There was a time that I hunted

Going on until the ring of the midnight bell

We had trusted each other well

Till that night in May

And the prairie smelled of mystic fires

Flames carrying on all day

Our home going to hell

If your memory serves you well

There ain’t a man you can trust

And don’t do anything until you must

To save all that you love

Though, we’ve never seen a dove

Till that night in June

And the graves smelled of mystic fires

Flames carrying on all time

Our future homes going to hell

If your memory serves you well

There is a place where I can rest

After I’ve done all of my tests

I was sure I could trust you

Just you and not even the few

Till the night in July

Where my heart fumed of mystic fires

Flames carrying till I’m in the ground

My only world going to hell

If your memory serves you well

I’m done with this

I’m going to the crossroads

Where there ain’t anything but mist

If your memory serves you well

I’m going to meet the Devil and his men

A deal beyond all other ones

If my memory serves me well

I will be a King On The Hill