The Garden of Gethsemane

On the side of the dirt road, an old Chevy wreck I climbed through the window, I sat in the back I gathered my thoughts with my head in my hands My next of kin, my list of demands I slipped from shadow to shadow I saw things I should not see The moon rose high over the garden The garden of Gethsemane I know who I'm for and who I'm against I pulled the shades tight, I built me a fence I dug a tunnel, tunnel deep and wide I sit at the bottom and wait for the night I slipped from shadow to shadow I saw things I should not see The moon rose high over the garden The garden of Gethsemane Morning has come, clean clothes on the line There'll be no tomorrow, I rise and I shine If you swallow the coin from the wishing well Your dreams will come true in heaven or hell I slipped from shadow to shadow I saw things I should not see The moon rose high over the garden The garden of Gethsemane Take my hand, down we go Take my hand, love, down we go Take my hand, down we go Take my hand, love, down we go