The Mortician's Daughter

I used to love the mortician's daughter
 We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids
 I grieve tonight over this letter
 My tears dissolve an image from the careful link
 Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin' for her
 There's a storm blowin' across the lake, it's late summer
 On the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowers
 She whispers in my burnin' ear, "it doesn't matter"
 I used to love the mortician's daughter
 We rolled in the warm grass by the bardyard fence
 Her skin so white the first leaf's fallen
 This long forgotten night I am there again
 Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin' for her
 There's a ribbon printed with last respects flowin' down the gutter
 And the rain comes in and she drops my hand she's turnin', laughin'
 And I used to love the mortician's daughter
 I used to love the mortician's daughter
 We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids
 There's a lonely dove out on the telephone wire
 I turn my head and she flies away