When I was six months old 
there was a price upon my soul. 
They placed me in a basket 
and sent me down the rapids 
So all I ever knew was a wicker tomb. 

Please lock the door behind me 
Just lock the door after I go. 
I'm sorry for my tied tongue 
I'm sorry that you left alone. 

When I replaced the cross 
with monuments to what I'd lost 
I grew apart from myself 
and shook until the night fell 
But all I ever was  
was merciful. 

Well I never got out of those rapids 
We never get out of the rapids. 

You're still here in some way. 
But I couldn't have known 
so it's alright.