Dark Southern Skies

faded sign falling down from an abandoned mill mailboxes full of unopened bills houses with no curtains old cars up on blocks all the stores are empty all the doors are locked dark southern skies no one's home anymore no one hears the cry no one sweeps the floor man without work his woman turns away dark southern skies and there's no one left to pray... empty crib gathers dust a Bible by the bed workboots in the corner with this ring i thee wed pictures on the wall dont answer in the night and empty still looks empty in the morning light dark southern skies no one's home anymore no one hears the cry no one sweeps the floor man without work his woman turns away dark southern skies there's no one left to pray....