Arcane Delta Man

Old robe

Bad road

Bare feet in the black mud

Staff in tow

Got a book full of trouble and a past like smoke

They call him

Arcane hobo

Candle in his eyes burnin’ green and low

He’s the arcane delta man (oh yeah)

Drawin’ circles in the sand

Mutterin’ names you don’t understand

You roll your bones

He moves your hand

He’s the arcane delta man

Lost gold

Cold bones

Dice rattle like teeth on a river stone

Bandits on the bridge

Think they’re runnin’ the show

He just laughs

Real slow

Snaps out a word and they drop like crows

He’s the arcane delta man (yeah, yeah)

Drawin’ circles in the sand

Mutterin’ names you don’t understand

You roll your bones

He moves your hand

He’s the arcane delta man

Got his heart in a gemstone

Buried deep by the cypress tree

You can cut him

You can curse him

But you’ll never cut him free (no, no)

‘Cause every time the river floods

He writes his story in the mud

He’s the arcane delta man (hey!)

Drawin’ circles in the sand

Mutterin’ names you don’t understand

You roll your bones

He moves your hand

He’s the arcane delta man

He’s the arcane

Delta man