Back of the napkin scratch out The words that I've learned But they don't come, just cracks and hums Like nothing I've ever heard No place to stay no fire or rain No number or ratio No gauge to give a warning sign I guess we all should have known What the downside might be As we swore and prayed and stood and gazed At some beast we never did see Coming winter's chill in Charlottesville With no leg to stand on That's about where I draw the line Scrape off the time elapse Push myself right up to the collapse Will you know me when I'm down on wounded knee? Well the blood ran down and covered up Everyone I've ever known Mangled hands and best laid plans My my haven't we grown Back to the mirrors where we can't hear The screams and shouts below I tell you boys it's about time There are high towers and deep wells There are strokes and heart attacks and spells Will you know me when I'm down on wounded knee?