Do I know your face? Am I still forgiven? Do I know the place from where you're listening? Hallowed be the name even if I forget it Even if I forget from where I came Christ of the Ozarks, hold out your kind arms to me I lost my landmarks, I lost my family Bring down your home Hold me in mystery Hold me till the end and then always Sundowning, all the wildfires slowly burn Can't look back upon the way that we were Tie all the little foxes by the tail before they run, they run, they run I wish there was a liturgy for the hour soon forgotten I wish there was a prayer for the when and they why I wish there was a litany for the names evanescent A benediction for the long goodbye Sundowning, all the wildflowers finally bloom Can't lay back into the grave that was exhumed Tie all the little foxes by the tail before they run, they run, they run Before they run, they run, they run Before they run, they run, they run Before they run, they run, they run Christ of the abyss, shepherd of the nameless fold Harrow my hell, pull me up to shore For Thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory Forever and ever Amen