Morphine Girl

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 death
 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