Bad News From Home

High on a cliff in Mexico
Staring down at the rocks and the sea below
I can hear the church bells ringin'
I can hear the choir

I remember the night she left
I drove to the station in the pourin' rain
Sat all night behind my big iron desk
The oil on the water made a rainbow

At the end of this bone white gravel road
They both lie sleeping on a feather bed
And her hair is as black as the sky at night
But her eyes are gray like the moon

You can run but you can't hide
You can run but you can't hide
You say you love me, but I know you lied
You say you love me, but I know you lied