Head was hung low
And your sandals, much older
As the record spins, time tiptoes back
Bones on a thread, far from your shoulders
Stitch in the seam between the earth and the sky

You're wearing the soul of a coalminer's daughter
Down in a hole 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 groove cut by your hand
Wrapped in a cloak and safe in the shadows
A cavalry's arc casts over the land

Tracks in the south, 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 ones that came by the needle
Stuck in a groove cut by your hand
Wrapped in a cloak and safe in the shadows
A cavalry's arc casts over the land