From a more troubled time.

Dead Man's Trail

 

Well he hangs his head
He almost cries
Over the things he did
But he doesn’t know why

All his friends tried to help him
(Every one of them failed)
All through last winter
To get him off Dead Man’s Trail

It’s a road that’s littered
With broken hearts and bones
But it doesn’t seem to matter
They are not his own

It’s all an illusion
His mind is weak and frail
No one is strong and unencumbered
When they’re walking down Dead Man’s Trail

Some say he blames it on another
Who he gave his person to
And it left him empty
A shell of a man that we once knew

Women have tried to understand him
They’ve tried to walk in his shoes
Sometimes there’s no way of seeing
Why people do the things that they do

Why did you tell them you loved them
When it was only a lie?
Now you walk right past them
On the road where they weep and cry

Some say he’s just a deceiver
Others say they just feel used
Some say he’s lost his way and
He’s looking for something he can hold on to

He’s was drifting on the water
Without a wind or sail
Until he came up crashing
On the rocks near Dead Man’s Trail

Dead Man’s Trail
(Look at him walking down Dead Man’s Trail)