Daguerreotype Girl

She had stormy eyes the kind that look pretty crying
Young and dumb with giant thumbs from hitchhiking
There's killers on the road
Women in the city dying
She's thriving in the environment despite the ire of men
Moving like puma Jones in a jungle of blood diamonds
She's a silent knife breaking the monotony of guns firing
Lying in the mud camouflaging herself
Keeping secrets like I forgotten spell book on the shelf
Forever young her birthday candles won't burn
In her world where time don't exist and the earth don't turn
She's a good witch surrounded by a rim a light
An eclipse in a dark age where the skies are grey day and night
A rider on the storm in the middle of the eye
You could hear her at night when the wind whistles bye
Whispering sweet little lies in the air of the night
Taking black-and-white pictures in a daguerreotype
In a time when no ones smiling just gun fighting
Her eyes are pin holes in the camera obscura letting the light in
Burning in a witches pyre for killing them with desire
Calamity Jane in the pouring rain building a fire
That runs along the border hiding out in the desert
Her body's the shape of water
Her silhouette picturesque against the moon
As da smoke plumes rise from her left-handed cigarette
At a booth in a old saloon in da new west
She shooting up cowboy boots making em two step

A rider on the storm in the middle of the eye
You can hear her at night when the wind whistles by
Whispering sweet little lies keeping her real feelings inside
Being vilified by the uncivilized
And even after her horse dies
She got the will to ride
She's outside the run of the mill
You can feel it in her vibe