Small town, Big River
I'm a taker by nature, not necessarily a giver
Look to the elders for lessons learned
While the world may the vast
A sovereign woman is asking to be burned
There is something transcendent
In the way loneliness drags you under
All the kind words and Proustian advice
Hit the floor like a sack of rice
'Cause how could a thing that's so grand be
Living only inside of me
There is relief in how completely
Loneliness has nullified me
Down by Big River dragged through the mud
I made reparation for my sins in blood
Chase me through the hawthorn break all my fragile things
When her heart is pierced the deepest
Then, the nightingale sings
There is something transcendent
In the way loneliness dragged me under