Bad News From Home

High on a cliff in Mexico

Staring down at the rocks and the sea below

I can hear the church bells ring

I can hear the choir

I remember the night she left

I drove to the station in the pouring rain

I sat all night behind my big iron desk

Oil on the water made a rainbow

The end of this bone-white gravel road

They both lie sleeping on a feather bed

Her hair's as black as the sky at night

But her eyes are gray like the moon

You can run but you can't hide

You can run but you can't hide

You say you love me but I know you lie

You say you love me but I know you lie