In the still water she lies down
Shaking in the press of sunlight
We rolled into Lexington
She shakes off the drop of daylight
Water beading up her chest
Bleeding down between her knees
Rivers in Kentucky flow
Between the bluegrass wavy seas
But oh, Marjorie
Twists the knife once more inside of me
Breathless with anticipation
Dust me off and shut me down
And dream of where I haven't been
Oh, I can't shut it in
It's got far too many doors to block the wind