Raven Marching Band - Laura Veirs

The sky’s a raven marching band

Black blizzard blowing across the land

Come darling take my hand

I’m whiskey poured into the sand

Star blossoms bloom the night

Falling now burning fire bright

Come darling take my hand

I’m whiskey poured into the sand

The silver tracks lie long and straight

Perfect means for my escape

Come darling take my hand

I’m whiskey poured into the sand