Where the Good Ones Go

well I reached in the cupboard for something to feed you
and I hoped that these words were enough to keep you
but the moon is so high and the stars are so bright
you could be the one that I needed
when the sun came you hit the trail
like an old cowboy bent for the wild road
and so I carved your name into all the tree legs
and we waited for you until dark came
I once knew a man who told a tale as tall as the mountains that he came from
and he said theres a place where all the folks wait
when death strips their faces of colour
are you there? (are you there where the good ones go)
are you there? (are you there where the good ones go)
my grandpa said that he wandered himself off into the heart of the forest
and his colour still sings the engraves of his name
and he chases field mice under moonlight
are you there? (are you there where the good ones go)
are you there? (are you there where the good ones go)
are you there where the good ones go
can you write me a letter could you visit home
you could rest at the foot of my bed
and whisper reassurences
cause im not sure of anything
im not sure of anything
just like the dog who lost himself gone on the farm
you are living in gardens
and the fields are so high and the vegetables ripe
in the place where the good ones go
when they're gone
when they're gone