Crossroad Confessions

The sign above the door reads closed since 1943

But the lantern's always burning

for the ones who cannot leave

I sat down at the counter,

ordered whiskey,

ordered rye

The barkeep never answered

— just stared past me with glass eyes (mmmmm)

This crossroad tavern holds us All the restless,

all the damned

We confess to quiet counters

With our blood still on our hands (ohhh ohhh)

A woman in the corner wears a dress from long ago

She says she took a wrong turn

in the winter of her soul

Her lover left her burning at the bottom of a well

Now she drinks to keep from thinking

'bout the road that led to hell (mmmmm)

This crossroad tavern holds us All the restless,

all the damned

We confess to quiet counters

With our blood still on our hands (ohhh ohhh)

A gambler with no shadow dragged his chair up close to mine

Said he sold his soul at midnight

for a hand that wasn't mine

He laid down every card he had — they all turned blank

and black

Now he plays the same game every night

and never wins it back (mmmmm)

This crossroad tavern holds us All the restless,

all the damned

We confess to quiet

counters

With our blood still on our hands (ohhh ohhh) (Lord have mercy

— Lord have mercy)

(mmmmm mmmmm)