Lyrics
Lo and behold, your mother
Is drinking again
This might be the coldest winter
Since records began
You were a low moon
Steady with wintry calm
Leading the children
Softly across the farm
Each morning, you'd march your sisters
Like soldiers to school
'Cause lo and behold, your father
Had drunk all the fuel
You were a low moon
Steady with wintry calm
Somewhere inside
The fire of your youth went dark
But you swear blind
There is no weight in the water pail
You say "My love,
You take the cards that you're dealt"
'Cause there's no guiding light
Arcing a line to Bethlehem
If it's dark outside
You light the fire yourself
And Darling, when the ice caps melt
When the Devil's in the Bible Belt
Don't cower in your bed
I'll be on the 5:45
You can meet me at the railway line
And don't look so scared
'Cause we've been through worse than this
Before we could talk
The trick of it is
Don't be afraid anymore
Oh, the trick of it is
Don't be afraid anymore
