Jennifer Kimball - East Of Indiana lyrics

I live East of Indiana, no tilling here to mourn No fields to the horizon, your shirts were always torn. Your gaze did slowly drift, sure as winter fell from Fall And since you sent no letter I read the writing on the wall. East of Indiana, East of Indiana From the high ground she did spin her tales of being left alone; As if by spreading pain it seemed she could undo some of her own. If hell is here on earth, oh, then let me fall Let me think I know what love is, I don't know anything at all East of Indiana, East of Indiana In the nighttime did we sing. The moon, her fullness won, Is now indifferent and pale From here to kingdom come. You reap what you will sow, The harvest is on fire. And little girls with little boys' names, Condemned, all, to desire. In the golden streaming sundown, for a moment I forget, We thought we could go swimming without ever getting wet. But the sun will rake it's path across me to the west And each day it sets above you, I am older, I am yet East of Indiana, East of Indiana East of Indiana, East of Indiana