Loretta’s Last Goodbye

Thirty years since she walked that line

Down to the creek where the cold waters wind

Left her shoes by the sycamore tree

Now she’s a ghost that this town can't free

Oh, the wind still calls her name Through the cracks in the

window pane We all know

what the dark river hides But we keep our secrets deep inside (hmmm)

Sheriff retired but he still doesn't sleep Staring at maps of the

secrets we keep

Her old bedroom is frozen in time A thirty-year riddle with no

reason or rhyme

Oh,

the wind still calls her name

Through the cracks in the window pane

We all know what the dark river hides But we keep our

secrets deep inside

No body found, no trial was held

Just the cold truth that we never tell (ahhhh)

Thirty years gone... She's still out there in the pine trees (humm)