Willow Tree Blue

Verse 1

Chrome trailer parked beneath the willow

Chemical stink keeps me wide awake

Rotting wood and plastic lining every single window

I mix the lithium till my fingers start to shake

The generator hums a low song

Blue smoke rising through the dead trees

If anything goes wrong

I am disappearing on my knees

Pre-Chorus

Iron gates stay locked and bolted tight

The graveyard stays silent under the moon

Ghost stories fading into the black of the night

Glass beakers rattling a nervous little tune

Chorus

Breaking every boundary by the headstone

Watch the vapors curling up slow

High wire acting and I am doing it alone

Deep inside the cemetary where the cold winds blow

Yeah we keep the pilot light steady and blue

Doing things the world would never ever do

Underneath the stones where the residents sleep

Secrets in the camper are the kind that I keep

Verse 2

Bubbles popping in the round flask

Heat wave ripples off the metal stove

Doing every dangerous and dirty little task

Safe inside this forgotten and lonely grove

Old man Miller rests five feet away

I hope he doesn't mind the intrusion

Working till the break of a grey day

Lost in a crystalline and chemical illusion

Pre-Chorus

Iron gates stay locked and bolted tight

The graveyard stays silent under the moon

Ghost stories fading into the black of the night

Glass beakers rattling a nervous little tune

Chorus

Breaking every boundary by the headstone

Watch the vapors curling up slow

High wire acting and I am doing it alone

Deep inside the cemetary where the cold winds blow

Yeah we keep the pilot light steady and blue

Doing things the world would never ever do

Underneath the stones where the residents sleep

Secrets in the camper are the kind that I keep

Bridge

Headlights in the distance making me freeze

Drop the dropper

Kill the light

Check the breeze

Nothing but a shadow moving out of sight

Chorus

Breaking every boundary by the headstone

Watch the vapors curling up slow

High wire acting and I am doing it alone

Deep inside the cemetary where the cold winds blow

Yeah we keep the pilot light steady and blue

Doing things the world would never ever do

Underneath the stones where the residents sleep

Secrets in the camper are the kind that I keep