Everything’s Turning To White

Late on a Friday, my husband went up
 To the mountains with three friends
 They took provisions and bottles of bourbon
 To last them all through the weekend
 One hundred miles they drove
 Just to fish in a stream
 And there's so much water, so close to home
 When they arrived, it was cold and dark
 They set up their camp quickly
 Warmed up with whiskey, they walked to the river
 Where the water flowed past darkly
 In the moonlight they saw the body
 Of a girl floating face down
 And there's so much water, so close to home
 When he holds me now, I'm pretending
 I feel like I'm frozen inside
 And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
 Everything's turning to white
 It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead
 The river was that close to freezing
 But one thing for sure
 The girl hadn't died very well, to judge from the bruising
 They stood there above her all thinking
 The same thoughts at the same time
 There's so much water, so close to home
 So this is what they did
 They carried her downstream from their fishing
 Between two smooth rocks they gently wedged her
 After all, it was late, and they'd come a long way
 The girl would keep, she was going nowhere
 They stayed up there fishing for two days
 They reported it on Sunday when they came back down
 There's so much water, so close to home
 When he holds me now, I'm pretending
 Nothing is working inside
 And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
 Everything's turning to white
 The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled
 To death and also molested
 On the day of the funeral the radio reported
 That a young man had been arrested
 I went to the service a stranger
 I drove past the lake out of town
 There's so much water, so close to home
 When he holds me now I'm pretending
 I feel like I'm frozen inside
 And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
 Everything's turning to white