The Old Bones

Copper coins and silver linings
Peek through key holes, awed and wide-eyed
We'll forget our names and feel no shame
But angels all have muddy wings
Tether them to trees
Then beg for mercy
On the streets of Santa Fe

And the old bones rolled
We never said do everything you're told
You grow or you decay
But things don't ever stay the same
The old bones rolled

The magic of the lonely few
Call it science, call it voodoo
Go ahead and sleep the weeks away
Or go to mass with guns
And call upon your silent god
If you dance or if you don't
You still get rain

And the old bones rolled
We never said do everything you're told
You grow or you decay
But things don't ever stay the same
The old bones rolled

And the old bones rolled
We never said do everything you're told
You grow or you decay
But things don't ever stay the same
The old bones rolled
The old bones rolled
The old bones rolled