Well you undo the latches
we both see Natchez
I never fought your matches for you
When we see the Mississippi moon
you aim for it too soon
Orion’s dream drawn out of you
I never knew what I saw in you
I never knew what I saw in you
I wait at home, times take their toll
I risked it all trying to rescue you
So I’ll get lost in the Delta
I’ll get rid of that old cough
there’s new shelter in spring bloom
I let the bottles go spinning
you say little or nothing
'When the Saints Go Marching In' fills the room
I never knew what I saw in you