(Mary Gauthier&Crit Harmon)
From the painful rays of daybreak
Ripping darkness out your eyes
To every kiss with bourbon breath
your daddy didn't hide, he didn't hide
From the crack of his backhand slap
To your mama's blue veined hands
That held her rosary desperately
Cause she didn't understand
From the brokenhearted playground
in the lonely afternoon
To the violence of little boys
And the crying in your bedroom
Till the wind blows right through you and rain don't get you wet
Till your lips move constantly but you ain't said nothing yet