Set off tomorrow well I wish you well
With your handful of wild flowers
on the road to hell

Follow me you say hold my hand
Follow me to this righteous land

Set off tomorrow on the road to hell
With a picture in your pocket of the wishing well

Follow me you say hold my hand
Follow me to this righteous land
Where all your fears are in your eyes
All your foes are on your side

Well I set off this morning with you
Thank you sweet
For the slither of alcohol to ground my fear

Follow me now I understand
Follow me won't you hold my hand

Cause there's no point writing fables
Of how we should be
When the clouds gave condensation
and you hand to me

Follow me now I understand
Follow me to this righteous land
Where all your fears are in your eyes
All your foes are on your side

You slipped into the sun on a summer's day
Left the gray cast of feel I'm dreaming away
You know this morning taste so sweet
Cause the ground beneath my feet
and the air I breathe
Well maybe that's something you'll never believe
When all your fears are in your eyes
All your foes are on your side