I wish I was there when the light left your eyes
Coal dust in your blood
Could we have kept the dark clouds from our town?
Dirty and wet as the winter rains came down
Tattoos of anthracite
Dragged to the dim daylight
Nothing to clean this rain
Yesterday's window pane
Children throw rocks, bare feet followed the steps
Past the fields where Grandfathers rest
Could we have left the dark holes in the ground?
Pulling our boats when anchors went down
Tattoos of anthracite
Dragged to the dim daylight
Nothing to clean this rain
Yesterday's window pane