Folk, Medium tempo, organic, old timey, sad, lonely, melancholy, nostalgic, moody, country, americana, Male vocals, filtered vocals, acoustic guitar, bass, drums, electric guitar
It's another fine mess,
You've gotten us into,
Nothing to show but
The palm of my hands
Still holding the dress
She poured herself into
The one that she wore to
The homecoming dance.
Never arrived
At our destination
We never showed up;
I had other plans
Made a wrong turn when
We came to the crossroad.
I've got nothing to show but
The palm of my hands
And she never saw it coming
When she got into the car.
Going down to the lake,
Gonna wash
My sins away
Going down
To the water's edge to pray.
It's another fine mess
We've gotten us into.
Sentenced to hang for
Committing this crime.
I tried to explain, but
I couldn't begin to.
I couldn't recall
Key moments in time.
Now I'm climbing the steps,
Goddamn gallows.
So weak in the knees,
I can hardly stand.
Seconds away
From meeting the maker.
Got nothing to show
But the palm of my hands.
No, she never saw it coming
When she got into the car.
Going down to the lake,
Gonna wash
My sins away
Going down
To the water's edge to pray.