At the end of the road he calls everyone home    And the fire will consume us   Striking through to the bone   At the end of the road you will soon hear him call   As the congregations crumble and the chapels will fall      And the taste on your tongue   Well it comes yeah it comes   With the bittersweet pang of remorse and pain   Till the judgment is made   The prosecution's won   The gavel has won and justice is done      The courtroom clears and I'm left alone on the bench   My wife and children gone along with my defense   The bailiff leads me back to my cell   Like the riverman ferrying me to hell   I can't blame them, no   To hate me for what I've done   I hear them whispering in the hall   You live and die by the gun   All I can do is sit here and pray   I'll be forgiven on judgment day      Tell my wife in our yard buried underneath the pine   Theres a shoebox full of money of which I never earned a dime   Use it to start over the way things should have been   Live honest, and love again   Tell my wife, tell my kids   I never meant for this to happen      When they flip the switch please do not stay   I couldn't bear for you to remember me this way