The Garden Of Gethsemane Lyrics

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 demandsI slipped from shadow to shadow
I saw things I should not see
The moon rose high over the garden
The garden of GethsemaneI 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 nightI slipped from shadow to shadow
I saw things I should not see
The moon rose high over the garden
The garden of GethsemaneMorning 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 hellI slipped from shadow to shadow
I saw things I should not see
The moon rose high over the garden

The garden of GethsemaneTake 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
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