Scarecrow
words and music by Jackson Rohm

A harvest moon hangs high
Over barren fields of sand
And farmers work the plows, turning soil
Breathing life into the land

Wonít you let the blood dry
Please stop picking at the scabs
You keep on placing orders
And Iím getting stuck with all the tabs

And itís such a crying shame
Such a worthless waste

I know where youíve been
And I cannot pretend
Thereís a hole beneath your skin
Youíre just a scarecrow
And I wonít be fooled again

Donít go pulling punches
Tell it like it is anyway
You knocked me to my knees
And I laid there for days

I have put the time in
And Iíve been underpaid
And it all comes down to loneliness
And the fear of being afraid

And itís such a crying shame
Such a worthless waste

I know where youíve been
And I cannot pretend
Thereís a hole beneath your skin
Youíre just a scarecrow
And I wonít be fooled again

Master of the obvious
Tell me something that I donít already know
Iíve played this field a thousand times
And I donít want to do it anymore

And itís such a crying shame
Such a worthless waste

I know where youíve been
And I cannot pretend
Thereís a hole beneath your skin
Youíre just a scarecrow
And I wonít be fooled again