See me near the crossroads, where the old oak tree stands.
Where we both held are branches high, but then we crashed apart again.
See me near the crossroads, where the hands of time vanished.
This is where the future and past collided for the overwhelming present.
Meet me near the crossroads, where I shall sit and wait for all these unforgiving days and nights.
The stony tombs I rest upon in this old state of change or maybe unwinding place of mind.
Meet me near the crossroads; forgive me for the shadows that creep behind.
I wish they would disappear, for they are part of why I'm chained to my endless lies.
Be with me at the crossroads, so I won't give into the fearless nighttime pleas,
Where all my haunting ghosts come to play with my dismembered broken soul which is my fault I know.
Be with me at the crossroads; teach me how to breathe when you have lost sight of the air.
You know I can't understand what I couldn't believe was there.
See me near the crossroads, where the final goodbye can be said.
For this is where all of the stories I have told will have to meet their depressing ends.
Meet me near the crossroads; I'm happy to see you came to watch me disappear into the night.
If only the queen of spades hadn't shown her twisted disfigured face, I'd still be alive.
Be with me at the crossroads, the moon light is where I'll sleep tonight.
And if you were to find me, I think I'd shine the light on the last drop of life.