On the road
The dark of night
A fingernail moon
You’re only light

Dead gnarling trees
And hooting owls
The tensions thick
It twists your bowels

The air is chill
It cuts the skin
It’s hard to think
The trouble you’re in

Surely lost
This road is queer
Every dark turn
Filled with fear

Every step uphill
No hope in sight
Every step you take
Takes all your might

Just when you think
The end is near
The way ahead
It starts to clear

Fog starts to lift
It clears your sight
And up ahead
Reveals a light

It takes the shape
Of a cottage door
Whether it’s safe
You’re not quite sure

A wayward cottage
You might find rest
Or just another
Of the devil’s tests

Light so bright
You cannot see
Just through the door
What might there be

You steal your courage
Through the door
You’re in suspense

And I’ll tell no more