Texty: Band. Caledonia Mission.

She reads the leaves and she leads the life
That she learned so well from the old wives

And it's so strange to arrange it
You know I would not change it
But hear me if you're near me, can I just rearrange it?

The watchman covers me with his remedy
I can't see and it's hard to feel
I think his magic might be real

And I can't get to you from your garden gate
You know it's always locked by the magistrate

And he don't care why you cry
You know he thinks it's just a lie
To get out, I don't doubt that you'd make a try

And if the good times get you through
I know the dogs won't bother you
We'll be gone in moonshine time
I've got a place they'll never find

You know I do believe in your hexagram
But can you tell me how they all knew the plan?

Now, did you trip or slip on their gifts?
You know we're just a con
You knew it, so why did you do it?
I've been hiding in the dark

So now, I must be on my way
I guess you really have to stay
Inside the mission laws
On the river banks of Caledonia