Quiet Life

The farmer swore as the heavens roared around the valleys
I was coming home, the announcement came, she had died
In these forgotten places, the brave make a stand
I wanna stand with them, but her blood, her blood was on my hands

I escaped the pack, I made it back, back to the old house
The door came down, the thunder crashed in the sky
Then her father said, "Boy, your race is run"
I was begging for forgiveness for a crime, a crime I hadn't done

In the fading light, on the father's right, I saw the gleaming
For the final time, I looked him straight in the eye
And with the rain subsiding, I turned and ran
For in the house I'd awoken with his blood, blood upon my hands

Stand alone, black heart cold as stone, I'm running down south
A price on my head, I'm wanted dead or alive
A hunted man, my judgement still to come
They're gonna hang me high for a crime, a crime I hadn't done