sooner sworn

it gets dark early now
she dont care
she can hide in the night
turn her face from the light
and she aint going anywhere
no not anywhere
she aint going anywhere at all

a train calls through the valley like some old dylan song
and the echo of tomorrow fills her head
if it werent for the shadows tipping over growing long
she would have sooner sworn that she was dead

the leaves are falling now
she dont care
you have to love someone
to know when lonely comes
and she dont know anything
no not anything
she dont know anything at all

a train calls through the valley like some old dylan song
and the echo of tomorrow fills her head
if it werent for the shadows tipping over growing long
she would have sooner sworn that she was dead

the days are colder now
she dont care
cause the cold outside
cant match the cold inside
and she aint warm anymore
no not anymore
she aint warm anymore at all

a train calls through the valley like some old dylan song
and the echo of tomorrow fills her head
if it werent for the shadows tipping over growing long
she would have sooner sworn that she was dead