

Back in ninety-eight, she waved goodbye
Little yellow backpack, grey autumn sky
She said 'see you at three,' with a gentle smile
But that road stretched out for a million miles
(where did you go?)
And the silence
was a heavy weight Standing frozen
at the schoolyard gate
No footsteps
coming down the hall
Just the bitter chill of the coming fall
Two long years of a quiet house
Then the telephone rang,
cutting through the doubt
Her stepdad's voice
on the static line
Saying 'she passed away,
but you'll be fine' (he lied)
Sixteen winters passed on by And the truth crawled out to the
open sky He was the monster
in her mother's bed He was the reason
that her mother bled
And the Wilkes county deputy
buried the files
Behind crooked badge grins
and dusty miles
No more secrets in this county clay
We know what you did (we know)