Eastern Cemetery

She fell asleep in the grass of blue
Winds rolling through the limestone chiseled out and rough hewn
She was cradled in a backbone
They say the bodies rise up
When the rains flows
She didn't mind
She'd already sank
Into a mausoleum of her own

Her body floated through the hills
Right into his front porch
It's hard to run from a liars curse
When you payed the devil forward
He didn't expect his lovely rose
To pick quite a bone
But he didn't know she'd
Already known he casts his first stone

Now scripture says he who sinned would be first
But when you can't deny yourself the pleasure of holding her Holy Ghost
He'd kept her locked in matrimonial pre-wedded bliss
The pastor tipped his coffee cup and blew them a kiss

Her white lipstick stained lace caught on the street pole
Her body hovered just out of his hold
Will she fall again
Will her catch her then

Her blue eyes glistened fondly
Like her ancient homestead hills
She looked at him with utter confidence to kill
She didn't know why Sammy boy would lie in wait
She did what she had to do, she curled up to vain
Forever she'd wait
Forever she'd wait

The ground slowly curled around
Her body became dust
But she lay there in wait
Hoping he might show up