What’s the hangman doing up there? Did he climb up all on his own There’s a mourning that breaks everyday These are things we’ve seen in the past History is still in tack
And the mile I woke up on Can’t explain Things I don’t have with you Oh Sara Snow
What’s the most that you’ll ever pay Keeping you in silver gates Slip on love When it’s part of the ground Run the hangman out of town And I swear With the warmth of day And that part You can’t explain Oh Sara Snow I want to remember things Just as they are With the balance of the golden age-oh Like when you had me right in your hand Made me feel like an elementary man
I’ve been around a wile And I’ve seen new things come in style From the back, You say you saw him slow down Let’s get you home Oh Sara Snow Let your family go