You think you’re some backwoods magic mystery man.
You think you’ve got a claim staked on the all holy land of hidden meanings and curtained hearts.
But trust me boy you’re easy to read.
You’re easy to read for those of us who’ve stepped through your path.
Those of us who’ve stooped low to read the signs that you left in your wake.
It’s not hard to see when you know what you’re looking for.
And when I walked that path
When I journey through that wilderness of broken hopes and oversized dreams
I drew a map.
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