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
So they set up their camp quickly
They warmed up with whisky, they walked down to the rivers
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
As he holds me now, I'm pretending
It feels like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
Oh, it was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead
Well, the water was that close to freezing
But one thing's 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 between two rocks, they gently wedged her
After all, it was late
They've come a long way with the girl, she was going nowhere
They stayed up there fishing for two days
They reported it when they came back down
There's so much water, so close to home
As he holds me now, I'm pretending
It feels like I'm frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white
Well, 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
And there's so much water, so close to home
As he holds me now, I'm pretending
Everything's frozen inside
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
Everything's turning to white