In the handing down, the handing down
Maybe the truth will not be shown
And the dark will just roll on and on
Roll
Of three rivers wheres that star you once
Held above my faded dreams
Heart worn more than some, I guess
But Im still holding at the seams
Still holding at the seams
Scarecrow holds an hourglass
Above the cross roads for me
Filled with tears and twilight
From a friends dying day
Heres a turkey feather for his favorite hat
And a love letter from the ace of spades
A love letter from the ace of spades
An anchor in the crown
Of Queen Annes lace and chicory
A charm, a charm to drive away
All the heartaches I gave
All the goodbyes and the I love yous
I said but not in time
But mine is the heart of lonesome pine
And the choices werent always mine
The choices werent always mine