The sky was full with a gray winter light / And each freezing degree made its target that night / And the pulse of the snow was the pulse of twighlight / The pulse of the snow was the pulse of diamonds / And you wear it in your hair like a constellation / And […]

And now spikes will keep on falling from the heavens to the floor / The future was our skin and now we don’t dream anymore / No, we don’t dream anymore / Like a house made from spider webs and the clouds rolling in / I bet this mighty river’s both my savior and my […]

Red hair, black hair, blonde hair, brown / You can tell a country girl from the one in town / If she says hello when you walk in the door / She’s a good country girl (Pokey LaFarge)