The moon guides my way back home.
It’s late as I walk alone. These woods
are not inviting at this time of night, so
I pick up the pace. In the air, I hear
voices everywhere. And it is so dark,
that I can’t make out a face.
So I reach for my knife as the creatures
of the night let me know they’re
there. Won’t do me no good, ‘cause
what’s in these woods is that which I
can’t kill.
Well I sense something is about, so I
Gather up my courage and I take a look
around. I look to my left and then to
my right. I should have never looked
behind. I run home as fast as I can. I
don’t want to have to ever look back
again.