Georgia nights get cold when you ain’t got no one. Streetlights buzz like flies, And every hum sounds like a song they never finished. Jack and Annie ... The legends everyone forgot to tell the truth about. Jack and Annie ... the dreamers, the fallen. Two more souls lost… And somehow, I made it through. Jack had a six-string and a notebook full of pain, Annie had a fiddle that could make angels sang. Two kids chasing lightning in a jar, Didn’t know how close heaven and hell really are. They sang in bars till the neon lights died, Dreams in their heads, the world open wide. Every song they played lit a brand new fire, But the needle came callin’, singin’ “Come on higher.” First it was a taste, then it turned to need, They sold their guitars just to feed the disease. Stole from the band, broke every vow, Every friend they had won’t claim them now. They screamed in the dark, love turned to hate, She threw a bottle, he slammed the gate. Dreams turned cold, and the songs turned thin, Can’t make music when the devil moves in. Crowds got loud, the nights got long, Money and rocks, right and wrong. Then came the fights, the noise, the pain, And one day they just never came home again. My heart cried when the lights went red, Cops at the door, social worker said, “Your mama and daddy got lost somewhere, But baby, you’re still here ...you still care.” Now they’re ghosts in a song that nobody plays, Faces in photos that time decays. The music stopped, the lights burned out, And the world moved on without. Two more souls lost to the wind and frost, Two more names that love forgot, Jack and Annie, yeah, they had it all, But the fall came hard, and they lost it all. Two more souls lost to the Georgia rain, But I won’t drown in their pain. I learned to walk through the fire and frost, Carry their song, no matter the cost. Foster homes, hand-me-down shoes, Learned early what I could lose. But I kept that music in my bones, Turned the hurt into something of my own. I cried on my keys, I wrote my truth, Every scar a kind of proof. That love can break, and still renew, That the sins of the past don’t define you. They called me “the girl with the ghostly voice” I said sorrow gave me no fucking choice. So I sing for the ones who couldn’t stay, And for the ones still trying today. Now they’re ghosts in a song that nobody plays, Faces in photos that time decays. The music stopped, the lights burned out, And the world moved on without. Two more souls lost to the wind and frost, Two more names that love forgot, Jack and Annie, yeah, they had it all, But the fall came hard, and they lost it all. Two more souls lost to the Georgia rain, But I won’t drown in their pain. I learned to walk through the fire and frost, Carry their song, no matter the cost. Some nights I see ‘em in the crowd, Smiling proud, singing loud. And I forgive ‘em ...yeah, I do, ‘Cause they gave me this voice, And I’m still true. Now I play their songs beneath the stars, Same six-string, same old scars. The crowd still claps, the stage still shines, But this time, the story’s mine. Jack and Annie ... I’ll sing your names, Not with sorrow, but with flame. Two more souls lost, but one found light, I’m the proof that wrong can turn to right. They’re still ghosts in a song that nobody plays, Faces in memories that fade away. The music stopped, the lights burned out, And the world moved on without. Two more souls lost, yeah, the price was high, A fiddle’s cry beneath the sky. Jack and Annie, heaven knows, Where the wild wind of sorrow blows. Two more souls lost to the Georgia rain, But I rose up from their pain. I walk with ghosts, but I’m not lost, I carry their love no matter the cost. Maybe somewhere they still dance slow, In the back of a bar where lost souls go. But down here all we got’s the cost Two more souls lost...
