The Mortician’s Daughter Songtext
von Freedy Johnston

I used to love the mortician′s daughter
We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids
I grieve tonight over this letter
My tears dissolve an image from the careful link

Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin′ for her
There's a storm blowin' across the lake, it′s late summer
On the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowers
She whispers in my burnin′ ear, "it doesn't matter"


I used to love the mortician′s daughter
We rolled in the warm grass by the bardyard fence
Her skin so white the first leaf's fallen
This long forgotten night I am there again

Her father stands in the open door, he′s waitin' for her
There′s a ribbon printed with last respects flowin' down the gutter
And the rain comes in and she drops my hand she's turnin′, laughin′
And I used to love the mortician's daughter

I used to love the mortician′s daughter
We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids
There's a lonely dove out on the telephone wire
I turn my head and she flies away