I tried to teach them, I pleaded with them

They wouldn't listen to a goddamn word I said

I tried to help them, I tried to warn them

They wouldn't listen, lord and now their son is dead

See, I see gridlines, sometimes in straight lines

And there be danger where the gridlines meet

I see them glowing here on the surface

They're running deep lord, deep within the dirt

And the streams were crossing under his bed there

And that was why lord, why their young boy hurt

But hell, they put all their faith in Jesus

But where's your Jesus when the devil does his worst?

You want an answer, to heal his cancer?

Then move his bed along closer to the wall

See, I see gridlines, sometimes in straight lines

And he's sleeping right there, where the crosses fall

But they say I'm crazy! They all think I'm crazy!

"Ohh, you're just an old man who's clearly lost his mind!"

But your son is dying! Oh goddamn, he's dying!

And it's all because of the water in these lines!

See, I see Gridlines, sometimes in straight lines

And there be danger where the gridlines meet

I tried to warn them, but he died last autumn

There goes another soul that I wish I could have saved

I tried to help them, but they had to bury him

And don't get me started on where they've dug his grave