In 1969
I killed a man of mine
In a small montana town
I was down by hounds

Hear the light has cried
Their voices dry and hollow
Hear the crowd cheer
They cheer me to the gallows

In 1985
I was doing time alive
I made a plan to escape
And live as the lady
Of the lake

Hear the crowd of ghosts
Their voices dry and hollow
Can't you hear their calls
They cheer me to the gallows

1995 was the year
I came up for trial
I listened to his song
And watched the sun
Make the shadows long

Here the light has cried
His voice is dry and hollow
Hear the crowd call
They cheer me to the gallows

Here the light has called
His voice is dry and hollow
Here the lights have called
In a voice that's hollow