It's dark in here...lines are downnhouse it makes a moaning soundnwind looks for ways to get insidenrain tests your will fear tests your pridencame down here to rest my headnnow they're saying that I've been misleadnsky blue water it turned to brownnon the night that Frances came to townnnMy wife she died some 10 years backnshe gave me 60 years and a son named Jacknhe's got an office with a view above it allnI got a trailer and a brand new southern drawlnnever took a thing I didn't earnnthere ain't no lesson that I'm afraid to learnnthey told me to leave but I hunkered downnon the night that Frances came to townnnYou run if you got somewhere to goneyes of hope growing blindnI brought my life in a U-Haul trucknI ain't leaving it behindnnI tried to pray but it don't sound rightnwith Him not willing to put up a fightnI'm 82 and a long way from homenand I'm sure getting tired of being alonenso c'mon girl lay down next to menand take me to where I wanna benshe took my pain allowed me to drownnon the night that Frances came to town