Lyrics:

She reads the leaves, and she leads the life
That she learned so well from the old wives
It's so strange to arrange it, you know I wouldn't change it
But hear me if you're near me, can I just rearrange it?

The watchman covers me with his remedy
I can't see and it's hard to feel
I think his magic might be real

I can't get to you from your garden gate
You know it's always locked by the magistrate
Now, he don't care why you cry, you know he thinks it's just a lie
To get out, I don't doubt that you'd make a try

If the good times get you through
I know the dogs won't bother you
We'll be gone in moonshine time
I've got a place they'll never find

You know I do believe in your hexagram
But can you tell me how they all knew the plan?
Did you trip or slip on their gifts, you know we're just a con?
You knew it, why'd you do it, I've been hiding in the dark

Now I must be on my way
I guess you really have to stay
Inside the mission wall
Down in Modock, Arkansas