it was sunday morning and I found myself alone
walkin through the desert with a crow
I gain me a shovel and I dug myself a hole
walkin through the desert with a crow

these been times I thought that I would die
but I left those days somewhere behind
theres only so much a man can take
before he knows
he knows 
yeah, he knows he's gonna break

cuz a mans gotta take what he can take
when hes got one foot down in the grave
you never know where the road is gonna end
sometimes I think this bird
this birds my only friend
 [bad word] 
walkin through the desert with a crow

I murdered my past life and I covered up its bones
walkin through the desert with a crow
I gathered my possessions and I took out on the road
walkin through the desert with a crow

theres been nights I drank myself to sleep
I lay my head on nails with bottles at my feet
when I awoke I thought I was free
but there hed be
that bird that follows me

a man aint meant to be alone
with demons scratching at his soul
if I had wings Id probably fly
if I had tears I know
Id probably cry