Boo

Boo

Voices dancing all around my head
Pleading, praying, saying I should join the dead
Make a ripple in the pool, and I'm looking like a fool
Lost my saturation 'cause I got some déjà with the view
Send your regards to the devil's man
He's got a couple souls in the palm of his hand
There's a martyr in the red and a phantom in the blue
Now the devil's made his own little skeleton crew

Boo

Lately, everything is feeling thin
Feels like I might just blow away in the wind
And I don't know what's real, and I don't know what's true
So I look at my hands, and I see right through
Run, run down the interstate
Just keeps getting colder every step I take
Go, go, go to the runnerman
He'll answer your prayers at the roadside stand

Boo

I let go of my blue
Just a yellow room
Nothing to do
There's something in the walls
Coming for you
I think I hear the sound
Of a train passing through

Boo