I took a wrong turn of events
I made a wrong fork at the situation
I took a wrong turn of events
I made a wrong fork at the situation

I've been talking to you in your absence
And I've advocated quite a turn of events
I always knew it would come to this
I always knew it would come to this

Come back, come back, into his hands
His every wish is your command
Come back, come back, into Satan's arms
I won't shield you from evil
And I love all your songs!

I've been talking to you in my absence
And your narrow path has made sense of it all
I always knew it would come to this
I always knew it would come to this

I make up what I believe
I don't believe what you believe
Come back, come back, to Austin, Texas
Satan loves you, and he loves all your songs!
You reach through two hundred miles of your own music noise
So clear and so quiet
Like bells across water
Like light in the darkness

Come back, come back, into his hands
His every wish is your command
Come back, come back, into Satan's arms
I can't shield you from evil
But I love all your songs!

Oh, Danny boy
The old serpent's calling