Lyrics:

Found your name across the chapel door
Carved in cursive with a table fork
Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been
The shaking preacher told the captained man
The righteous suffer in a fallen land
And pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in

We found your children by the tavern door
With wooden buttons and an apple core
Playing house and telling everyone you'd drowned

The begging choir told the captained man
We all assume the worst the best we can
And for a round or two they'd gladly track you down

We found you sleeping by your lover's stone
A ream of paper and a telephone
A broken bow across a long-lost violin
Your lover's angel told the captained man
It never ends the way we had it planned
And kissed her palm and placed it on your dreaming head