It was a long hot summer
and the creek was dry
a mysterious letter
now she's lost in time
Crows keep circling up in the sky
she is gone she is gone
tobacco and concrete
an old fishing line
and those dirty garments
next to a bottle of wine
and a reference to an old nursery
rhyme
she is gone she is gone
On her way into the water
wait for you in midst of the night
come back home I can hear you whisper
she is gone
she is gone
she smiled for the very last time
potshots and glitter
and all that stuff inside
keeps you banging your head against the wall
every night
she is gone
she is gone
It was a long cold winter
the creek covered in ice
a mysterious letter
frozen in time
crows keep circling up in the sky
she is gone
she is gone
