Make the shadows long
1995 was the year
Their voices dry and hollow
His voice is dry and hollow
I came up for trial
Can't you hear their calls
Hear the crowd cheer
Hear the crowd call
Their voices dry and hollow
Hear the night hawk call
I was doing time alive
I was hunted down by hounds
In a small Montana town
I killed a man of mine
Hear the crowd of ghosts
In 1985
They cheer me to the gallows
Songwriters: Crook, Mary Timony, Todd Michael Wilkinson
In 1969
Hear the night hawk call
And watched the sun
I listened to his song
His voice is dry and hollow
They cheer me to the gallows
I made a plan to escape
And live as the lady
Hear the night hawk cry
They cheer me to the gallows
In a voice that's hollow
Hear the night hawk cry
Publisher: LOUD PINK BIRD SONGS
Of the lake