

Down the hollow where the bone-dry creek runs still
They buried something underneath the hill
Old Ezra spoke in tongues before the frost
His lantern swung for days then it was lost (mmmm)
Something calling from the split-rail fence
A voice too cold to be coincidence (ohhh)
From the other side of the grave they call my name
Through the dust and the rot and the rust and the rain
The town is hollow,
every door is sealed
What's buried in the ground cannot be healed
(ohhh Lord) (mmmm)
The general store still wears its faded sign
But no one's crossed that threshold since '89
A woman waits behind the window glass
She mouths the names of men who couldn't last (mmmm)
The preacher's book was open to a page
That no one wrote in any living age (ohhh)
From the other side of the grave they call my name
Through the dust and the rot and the rust and the rain
The town is hollow,
every door is sealed
What's buried in the ground cannot be healed (ohhh Lord) (mmmm)
I dug my hands into the salted earth
Found a locket with no name and no
birth
She told me
everything a dead voice can
She said: go before the frost,
while you still
can (ohhhh)
(mmmm,
mmmm) (ohhhh)