Joliet Lyrics - 7 Mary 3

"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man" 

It's angry and slick into her letters writes 

Through herself each time, she thinks of him 

Trips her way down south into mystery's mouth 

And he follows her there it's what she doesn't say 

That makes you want to stay and try to comfort her 

I talked to the cousins of people who knew you 

I asked them the questions they expected to hear 

Like maybe a killing went down in your town 

Maybe it's the prison or the birth of barbed wire 

"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man" 

It's shaped like liberty's bell, cracked and common law 

And stretched out over its flaws like an ink-less well 

The hanging judge in town records her comments down 

She saves the crowd the truth and deals with it herself 

Fills that hollow well with nothing left to prove 

I talked to mountains and streams that pushed through there 

I talked to the trees that had no fruit to bear 

To the colorless people that sat there 

Beneath her curled up, stared 

I talked to the cousins of people who knew you 

I asked them the questions they expected to hear 

Like maybe a killing went down in your town 

Maybe it's the prison or the birth of barbed wire 

Joliet