A burning torso fallen
on a lonely Texas road
The preacher shoutin’ bout Jesus
In the storefront down the road
Mama held us tight
behind the back door screen
heat waves rising off the black top
where the chachalaca sings
A hollow body sparrow
in the thin red afternoon
Sat on the fence behind the barn
where my daddy was cutting wood.
He fell from the sky somebody said
Though I couldn’t hear quite so good
He fell from the sky somebody said
Though I couldn’t hear quite so good
A burning torso fallen
on a lonely Texas road
The preacher shoutin’ bout Jesus
In the storefront down the road
