[Intro] (instrumental) [Verse] Night sat on the water and left it whole yellow working the brush a white no thicker than breath on the high country [Chorus] She holds the hard line drinks what the sky will give the river takes the miles and does not give them back [Verse] A road laid down late something older under it winter stacked like wood a small heat in a glove the old dog riding [Chorus] She holds the hard line drinks what the sky will give the river takes the miles and does not give them back [Bridge] (instrumental, wide country) [Outro] Door thrown two chairs light on the gravel asleep on the stones the peaks already knowing Sunset on the Matsu Sacred Acres here we come
