Take Me, Stabler - Elway

Grand gestures are scattered on the floor

With brown broken bottles and notes

The devil, the devil is bitten in me

And I bail out his words to stay afloat

But this winter is a war of attrition

My tired bones cast hard against the cold

The devil, the devil, the days born anew

Are what keep me from feeling so old

So where to go?

I’m running, I’m tripping my way through the snow

So where to go?

I’m tired, I’m tired, I’m dying, I’m dying to know

Untie my hands, absolve my sins

Give my regards to the gallows

Return from pain and banishment

To green and fertile fields once fallow