I knocked on the door
Of the woman they call, “Our local witch.”
She said, “You can find what you’re lookin’ for
Behind my house in an empty ditch.”
She said, “C’mon, I’ll walk with you.
Lest you lose your way.
Three travelers thought they knew;
I had to bury ‘em all today.”
Well, I swallowed my raging fear
It bein’ Halloween and all.
She took my hand and held me near
I swear my skin started to crawl.
We stood there lookin’ at that filled in ditch
And that’s when I knew
Don't walk in the dark with a witch
Lest you end up unequal to.
Talk about fear and terror.
Talk about scared and horror.
Talk about dread and wanting to be home in bed
With the covers pulled over my head.
Where does understanding come from
On the road of solitaire?
Is it from the sound of a distant drum
Or from the nearness of sweet smelling hair?
Understanding doesn’t come from books,
No matter how many pages you turn.
And a person can talk to you till their looks turn blue
But there's nothin’ much you learn.
If you want to know what fear tastes like
Take a walk with the neighborhood witch.
Make sure the night is Halloween
And the destination an empty ditch.
Understanding doesn’t come from books,
No matter how many pages you turn.
And a person can talk to you till their looks turn blue
But there's nothin’ much you learn.
It’s the road you walk that leads you
To understand what happened after the fall.
Sometimes it’s with a witch to an empty ditch.
Sometimes it’s with no one to nowhere at all.
hard road of easy understandings