he was my friend
knock on wood, knock on wood
it's gonna be a good year for growing, they say
the stalks are taller than the houses, now
and yes, i followed him with a flashlight
into the corn field with all eight of my heads on fire
like a signal for him to see me
but he walked right off the earth
his footprints stopped just without warning

don't come home
don't come home
don't come home
don't come home

you wouldn't come back the same
swallow the hurricanes, swallow the hurricanes
a good boy has a bath but once a day
knock on wood, knock on wood
knock on wood, knock on wood