For The Beauty Of Wynona — Daniel Lanois

The ingots are burning red I'm working time and a half Tomorrow I'll stay in bed, what a hell it is, what a life

I burn my fingers, why don't you laugh with the rest who know it well I tripped and then I fell for the beauty of Wynona

At night I toss and I turn and I try and dial your number It's changed and God only knows where you been since last December

Where you been with that twisted smile throwing your mother in the pond Break him easy when he go down for the beauty of Wynona

Girls they skip double dutch They saw you go, mama gone Our prayers don't mean nothin' much to the heart that cannot be won

Tangled in your fishing net right here in my own bed Drowning in the tears I shed for the beauty of Wynona