Laura Veirs Raven Marching Band
The sky's a raven marching
Band black blizzard blowing across the land
Come darling take my hand
I'm whiskey poured into the sand
Star blossoms bloom the night
Falling now burning fire bright
Come darling take my hand
I'm whiskey poured into the sand
The silver tracks lie long and straight
Perfect means for my escape
Come darling take my hand
I'm whiskey poured into the sand
