I rode out of Salem, 1695
I swear I felt her presence there like she was still alive
I wonder if she thought of me when she was judged and tried
And I’ll make one last trip to Salem before I die

I went to her father that she would marry me
I saved up all my money to start a family
And when they came and got her I had to choose a side
And I’ll make one last trip to Salem before I die

With heart cold and empty I cross that county line
Haunted by the memory of what once had been my life
And I can’t help but wonder “Would she still be alive?”
And I’ll make one last trip to Salem before I die

They told me she was guilty of things unspeakable
She’s lived a life of darkness and damned her mortal soul
I made myself believe them though I knew they lied
And I’ll make one last trip to Salem before I die

Now three years after I’ve made up my mind
I’m riding out of Salem with her ashes by my side
I wonder if she called to me when she was burned alive
And I’ll make one last trip to Salem before I die

With heart cold and empty I cross that county line
Haunted by the memory of what once had been my life
And I can’t help but wonder “Would she still be alive?”

I rode into Salem now I’m 65
No one here remembers me or how I lived my life
I wonder if forgiveness lies on the other side
But I’ll be right here in Salem when I die

I’ll be right here in Salem...