The story
He keeps disappearing where no one thinks to look.
He slips past the porch light and into the back 40, where the grass is tall, the fence leans, and the old truck waits like it knows his name. Out there, with the field stretching dark and wide, he can outrun the noise, but not the thing that keeps pulling him back to the edge.
No lyric sheet is published for this track, so this reading is drawn from its title and the sound of the record.
Lyrics
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