Well, the bed lies empty
Lord, I see your head hanging low with the bottle told

Well, inside was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide them
And inside was nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide them
If you'd called or helped

Heavy heart flame from the bed that rains for the raiders
Comin' down when the game spun 'round

Keep me darling in your darkest hours
Like a mother made of stone
He sings low for the long pour
There's a hundred mighty men or more

And his eyes were so fixed on light
So fixed on the light
That right hand guide him too low
Guide him to down home at night

If he comes home, home, home
And do wrong, wrong wrong