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