Rebecca Naomi Jones

Six o' clock in the morning
And I pray the rain is through
There' s laughter in the kitchen
The sheets still warm from you
Coffee' s on
But I lie here...

It' s only a tale
Rhythm, words, melody
An ancient tradition
Of songs more black than blue
Passions inflamed
Safe in this unreality
A cautionary story...

Sara and Tom were good in bed
 Naive, ambitious, and underfed
 Drunk on possibilities
 He thought he'd act, she played guitar
 Some kind of art, they'...

We light the match
We let the fire catch,
Eliminate the, the dark

The singer stands to sing
Required listening from the
Blue ridge mountains
We hear ...