My mother stands before the choir
Shows them words she wrote walking in the woods
She sings to keep the predators at bay
and before she knows it words of praise
are on her lips
Those predator songs turn to hymns
My father’s hands are the biggest you’ve seen
He built our home, grew our food from seed
My father moved us to the woods
‘Cause the wolves were at the door; I guess they always were
Sleepwalking kids
see yellow eyes in the night
When I turned thirteen, I already knew I liked hash and rye whiskey
With my dad, I climbed the observation tower
He said, “You don’t look down, and you don’t look back.
If you love someone,
if you do a goddamn thing, they’ll take it away.”
But this is my predator song
Lord, let my voice hold out all night long
‘Cause there’s no one I can trust
Just yellow eyes at dusk
This is my predator song
I know everything’s wrong
but the Good News is on my lips
and the Lord will guide my steps
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