Dream of Mississippi
Magic finds us kicking up
the dust along the road.
Silence travels farther than
a story often told.
Vagabond I’ve been and
vagabond i’ll always be,
runnin’ down the devil
at every crossroads that I see.
I never thought to be called back
to a home that I outgrew,
but the summer’s gone,
the call is strong,
and there’s something I must do.
I thought I knew all of the stories
that a Southern girl could know,
but there’s a dream of Mississippi
that I never tell a soul.
There’s a boy there with his arms outstretched
to me when I pass by.
Some days I wish my heart were dead,
too tired to even cry.
When missing him is all I do,
the days all pass me by
like these dreams of Mississippi
and these ghosts who cannot lie.
This ring rests on my finger
like a Vevé on a wall
and the whispers gather ’round me,
come to dance when darkness falls.
Everything I see adds up to
say the tale is tall,
but back into his arms is really
not that far to fall.
There is moonlight on the river
where I never thought I’d go.
There’s a dream of Mississippi
that I never tell a soul.
At night I swear I feel him,
and so my eyes stay closed.
The distance brings us closer now
than ever I supposed.
Who knows?
So I’m going where the sunshine shimmers
right through summer’s end,
where the heat will lay you out
before the harvest comes to mend.
A world I thought was done with me
has called me back again
with these dreams of Mississippi
and this ghost who calls me friend.
There is moonlight on the river
where I never thought i’d go.
There’s a dream of Mississippi
that i never tell a soul.
I thought I knew all of the stories
that a Southern girl could know,
but there’s a dream of Mississippi
that I never tell a soul.