(Rosanne Cash). . You showed up on my doorstep late last night. Said he didn't want to fight no more. But going back is near impossible I cried. You should had thought of this before.
In the middle of my life. When my fate was sealed and tied. The heavens rain down fire. The earth and moon conspire. To open up my eyes. Make me face my lies.
Lock all the doors an' turn out the lights.. Work this thing through till we get it right.. But if I seem angry an' cold,. Or I don't speak at all,. It's just that old fear,.