There's an old man living in the back of your woods tonight

You forgot he was even there, but you've never slipped his mind

Hes living off of scraps of you you never knew you left behind

And as the sun goes down, he rises with a smile

Hes waiting on the night to fall

The old mans coming to call

You don't see the writing on the wall

Hell never step out in the light

No, hes just biding time

And while you slumber, hes gonna come and take it all

Hes waiting on the night to fall

Hes waiting on the night to fall

He knows you have the answers, but truth lies dusty on your shelf

And the sword that you could slay him with has become an ornament and nothing else

You could put him back down in his hole in the ground, but he knows you never will

Hes been around so long you got used to the smell

He knows hell never have your soul

But he will gladly rob you blind

While you're feasting at his table, hell tie your hands and numb your mind

Hell take you farther than you wanna go

Hell keep you longer than you wanna stay

And it will cost you more than you ever thought you'd pay

Hes waiting on the night

Hes waiting on the night to fall

The old mans coming to call

But you don't see, you don't see the writing on the wall

Hes waiting on the night

Hes waiting on the night to fall

Hes waiting on the night to fall