I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, I'll cry no more
How many times have I prayed That I would get lost along the way?
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head The regulator's swinging pendulum
Come with me and walk the longest mile
Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat? For not a year later it's got you lying on your back You should have closed your windows and got another dog You should have chained up all the doors and switched up all the locks
And how many times have I prayed The angels would speed me away
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head The regulator's swinging pendulum