Lyrics:

In 1969

I killed a man of mine

In a small montana town

I was down by hounds



Hear the light has cried

Their voices dry and hollow

Hear the crowd cheer

They cheer me to the gallows



In 1985

I was doing time alive

I made a plan to escape

And live as the lady

Of the lake



Hear the crowd of ghosts

Their voices dry and hollow

Can't you hear their calls

They cheer me to the gallows



1995 was the year

I came up for trial

I listened to his song

And watched the sun

Make the shadows long



Here the light has cried

His voice is dry and hollow

Hear the crowd call

They cheer me to the gallows



Here the light has called

His voice is dry and hollow

Here the lights have called

In a voice that's hollow