your very end

I'm hanging onto you, Baby
til it don't make sense
and even then I won't let go.
No precaution can stop me
no stupid sin,
I'm riding you right on outta this rodeo.



Pulling up the stakes, Honey
throwing all my weight
I'm knocking down that fence for you,
nobody needs it now I know you want me to.
Don't matter how we leave it,
you and I can't grieve it:
The saints are marching in
and I'm tearing through that other gate with you.



No taste for caution after all these years
not even one day's delay, it's clear
your fire reminds I'd vowed you'd find
me, and I'd sworn forgiveness
to the duration of your fear.
I had no idea back then
you'd be my only friend, Baby
I could not comprehend the total meaning of you:
Didn't understand I'm carrying your very end,
and the saints are marching in
because now I do.