Ohio R./Live/Hoosier

Bonds full of bottles piled up high, miles of candles on hills voiding out the sky, locked in the white dust high in the sky, you weren’t meant for the city or country life.
They saw right through me when I though I was having fun, I thought the stars suggest itself, ten years later, there still is none, oh no.
They don’t care who they give it to, they just went with the stroke that follows through.
So, if you your body don’t catch your body, running through the rain, it’s not because I wasn’t looking I just didn’t think to try, I was young and got the best of you and you just slipped right by.
So, the city’s day is perched on the wide wet river, you were wearing those starchy pants, I was sweatin’ when I shivered. Striking easy like a rich man when I came to town left that valley suckin’ air like a man who nearly drowned.
There’s a liquor store on the corner down the street from you, we bought four bottles of beer and played records all night through. I wish, I wish the wind would never stop and this lake was never dug, now I’m stuck in a windless valley drowning in your heart, oh god, oh god.
So, if your body don’t catch your body coming through the rain, it’s not because I didn’t care, I just didn’t think to try, I was young and I didn’t think I would ever die, now nobody cares for anybody, or looks you in the eye.