The Night Descending
Black hair, the night descendingBaby never puts her trust inTight black tie too quick to laughterAin't no telling what he's after
Found a friend without religionRiding on a stolen engineFar too fast to pacify youAin't no telling what he's up to
In time, the night may softenTrust that I'm still hoping, darlingWooden coin, he called my daughterNo good knowing what came after
Met a man with missing fingersShaking hands with shaded strangersFar too strong to pacify youAin't no telling what they're up to
Late night, the cock crows shortlyMorning through the open doorwayAll us servants beg the masterAin't no knowing what he's after
In a year of fallen angelsBroken hands and boys in dangerPray the lord might pacify youAin't no telling what he's up to