Breathing hard like summer wind Waitin' for the rains to come Waitin' for these dreams to subside I hear you are still the merchant The dealer in all spoken things The one who dresses truth in colored lies Remember when you were a girl In pastures fit for thoroughbreds Waking to the songs of sunrise birds And took as fate your girlhood Drenched in cotton, Picked by hand As quiet and as still as painted skies The dogs are running hard tonight Black and silver in the wheat They howl beneath a bent and slivered moon I lie awake and wish for rest Think of you still wasting time Dressing up the truth in colored lies But honey nothing tells the truth Nothing tells the truth Nothing tells the truth Like the lie