I found your white horse, baby, creepin' at the back door. It had a selfish kind of whimper, one that you can't ignore. With one look I knew he had you for forever and a day. But even though I saw it comin', I still call your name everyday. I'm saying, baby, come home. I found that devil, baby, in a suit and tie of white. He drank from an X marked bottle and had fruit fly girls by his side. He slurred some words of magic and my heavy head went black. When I came to in a strange place, I was certain there was no going back. When everything is wrong, Will you see the light? While carrying these bones, Will you feel more dead or alive? I found that white door, baby, marked for someone else. Not me. The deadbolts were locked up tight. In my pocket, there wasn't a key. You spoke the password once, like it was some kind of a dream. But when you're gone I can't Remember right from wrong, and in between.