Pretty Strays for Hopeless Lovers

Pretty strays for hopeless lovers

With racing minds

Empty days filled up with promises that you deny

Oh, flooded creek now still and quiet

And deep and black

The bed is smooth, the bank is scavenged

Swept all that's passed

Time will bury all these years

While the voice rings in your ear

Under the mountain a century

Under an ocean of memory

If my love should fail and falter

If the horses balk

And if my luck should take leave of me

For the singing road

If days and nights and inked and numbered

Can you call the count

If morning breaks like words that shattered

On this hallow ground

Time will bury all these years

While the voice rings in your ear

Under the mountain a century

Under an ocean of memory