We found your name across the chapel door   Carved in cursive with a table fork   Muddy hymnals and some boot marks where you'd been      The shaking preacher told the captain's man   The righteous suffer in a fallen land   Then pulled the shade to keep the crowd from peeking in      We found your children by the tavern door   With wooden buttons and an apple core   Playing house and telling everyone you'd drowned      The begging choir told the captain's man   We all assume the worst the best we can   And for a round or two they gladly drag you down      We found you sleeping by your lover's stone   A ream of paper and a telephone   A broken bow across a long lost violin      Your lover's angel told the captain's man   It never ends the way we had it planned   And kissed her palm and placed it on your dreaming head