The Mist

It’s dark at 4 o’ clock Gotta make our way back home Turn off the thresher, come down from there Don’t wanna get locked out tonight So we run for home For safety, for warmth In deep midwinter, listen for the siren, dear Watch the mist roll over the hill Close your ears, don’t listen to their screams Close your eyes and focus on your own fears And run for home For safety, for warmth No, they won’t find you I’ll stall as you run out the backdoor No, they’ll have to pry your body out of my cold, dead hands No, they won’t take you With my shotgun in one hand, last shred of hope in the other Just run out the backdoor Take your sister and your mother With my shotgun in one hand, last shred of hope in the other Just run out the backdoor Take your sister and your mother It’s dark at 4 o’ clock Gotta make our way back home Turn off the thresher, come down from there Don’t wanna get locked out tonight So we run for home For safety, for warmth