The Sunken Lands

The Sunken Lands - Rosanne Cash

Five cans of paint in the empty fields

The dust reveals

The children cry the work never ends

There's not a single friend

Who will hold her hand in the sunken lands

The mud and tears melt the cotton balls

It's a heavy toll

Oh oh

His words are cruel and they sting like fire

Like the devil's choir

Oh oh

But who will hold her hand in the sunken lands

The river rises and she sails away

But she could never stay

Oh oh

Now her work is done in the sunken lands

There's five empty cans