When I was six months old
There was a price upon my soul
They placed me in a basket
And sent me down the rapids
So all I ever knew was a wicker tomb

Please lock the door behind me
Just lock the door after I go
I'm sorry for my tied tongue
I'm sorry that you left alone

When I replaced the cross
With monuments to what I'd lost
I grew apart from myself
And shook until the night fell
But all I ever was
Was merciful

Well I never got out of those rapids
We never get out of the rapids

You're still here in some way
But I couldn't have known
So it's alright