The Garden Of Gethsemane Lyrics - Singles - The Nightwatchman

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 demands 

I slipped from shadow to shadow 

I saw things I should not see 

The moon rose high over the garden 

The garden of Gethsemane 

I 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 night 

I slipped from shadow to shadow 

I saw things I should not see 

The moon rose high over the garden 

The garden of Gethsemane 

Morning 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 hell 

I slipped from shadow to shadow 

I saw things I should not see 

The moon rose high over the garden 

The garden of Gethsemane 

Take 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