Lafayette Bound

Barrels by the bay under a naked violet moon
A mist so very grey after the wake that afternoon
A dancing mademoiselle who wore her hair like a crown
Broken out of Hell now I'm Lafayette bound

Hear a crow's prophetic cry over the square of La Rochelle
He was singing to the sky like he was Blind Willie McTell
Bon voyage, ma charogne. Now don't you make a sound
It's time for me to carry on towards, Lafayette bound

I saw a minstrel on a cross over the charcoal parade
He done woken from the moss to end this masquerade
With the ashes from Babylon and the chase from hell's hound
This road that I now travel on is Lafayette bound