Andy Shauf - Wendell Walker Lyrics
Wendell Walker was a friend of mine.we'd stain our teeth in the summertime,and with lips of purple, the winter would rollpast the boarded windows into our soulsand shake our weary bones.now this past winter was the coldest in years.it's hard to explain if you've never lived here,but it locks your doors and starts your mindthinking in circles just to pass the time,and breaks your weary heart.now Wendell Walker was a man of God,but he didn't care much for his sober mind,and when the cold mixed in he was turned aroundheard the voice of God and the angels sounda message just for him:my son, my son, she is the devil's childwon't you save her while you cancut down the other man.now Wendell Walker was a friend of mine,but he married too young in the summertime.their hearts weren't ripe so they fell apartand I found myself with a joyful heartas our secret lives began.we found our moments in between the hours,when Wendell Walker drove his car to town.but one day he found a letter that I wrote for heron the top of her dresser and in his winter mindhe heard the voice of God say:my son, my son, she is the devil's childwon't you save her while you cancut down the other man.with the voice of the lord ringing in his earsand the note to his wife that confirmed his fears,he sat down on the edge of the bedread the letter again to see who'd sent itbut it was signed 'forever yours'.he stood up slow like he'd just been hit.walked into the kitchen where his wife was sittinghe said, "my mother called on the telephoneshe says she needs some help so I'll be back in the morning"and he grabbed his heavy coat.my phone rang while I was watching the news.she said the house was ours to cure these winter blues.so I made my way, and we turned the blindsand Wendell walked in just in timeto see our secret die and say:my son, my son I'm gonna have to cut you down.he pointed his rifle to my eyesbut his hesitating handswere shaking from the cold.so I pushed his gun away,just as he found his strength.and the bullet kissed her lipsand I cried:my god, my god what have I done?and he reloaded his gun,and he put it in his mouth.and I stood in the room that I'd created.
