Before the dark, into the early evening
Those ghosts from when I was a little girl, are seeping through the ceiling
I hold you for a long time
Help me to brave
The shadows that cross these mighty plains
Over my lifetime
In an empty house, on a stormy afternoon
My pinned up hair is the Mississippi
when I'm with you
So call out for her, call out for her
I've heard her time, is fading away
With your black streaked eyes you can see the rain
With your whiskey breath, you can open the sky
When you speak my name
Before the dark, into the early evening
Those ghosts from when I was a little girl are seeping through the ceiling
I hold you for a long time
Help me to brave
The shadows that cross these mighty plains
Over my lifetime