head was hung low
and you sandels much older
as record spins time tip toes back
Bones on a thread
far from your shoulders
stitch in the seam between the earth and the sky
Your wearing the soul of a coal minners daughter
down in a whole singing your song
a kick in the wind
back in some holler
patching up holes in the setting sun
We are the ones that came by the needle
stuck in a grove cuut by your hand
wrapped in a cloth and safe in a shadow
cavalry's arch cast on the land
tracks in the sand
and the hit of the silence
the kiss of d**h
then the palest blue
seventh hope that grows
for to warn us
morphine girl and the sorta truth
we are the one
that came by the needle
stuck in a grove cut by your hand
wrapped in a cloth safe in a shadow
cavalry's arch cast on the land