East of the Sunrise Lyrics

Soft-shoeing on the trapdoor At the bottom of her soul Rolling down the golden highway With no money for the toll She’s running rough but still running It’s enough to keep the sun inside A busted rearview going down Now east of the sunrise Black as the crow flies The radio a soft and lonely sound She’ll sing herself to sleep She’ll sing so she won’t weep Tomorrow she’ll be gone Is she twenty-five or forty I don’t think that you could say She’s standing at the window Smoking cigarettes all day Tipping ashes in a teacup Wondering how it got so fucked up And if her luck might run the other way But east of the sunrise Black as the crow flies The radio’s got nothing much to say There’s a little boy sleeping in a motel bed There’s a wedding ring shining in the road You can’t take back what you never said Or pay down a debt you never owed Now East of the sunrise Black as the crow flies She reaches out to turn off the radio