Lone Digger Lyrics Novels & Stories

'The destitute land calls me by your name In this ruinous drought, It says You are my only Rain. '

When I pushed the door open, the lights were dim, and the music was deafening. I looked around, but didn’t see Mark. So, I called him, and the line connected. “Hello? Mark? Where are you–” There was a rustling sound of fabric shifting on the other end, followed by Tonya’s voice. “Mr. Henderson… go slower…” Then came Mark’s drunken voice, low and hoarse. “Okay.” I stood frozen at the entrance of the bar, phone in hand, listening. My stomach churned. I leaned against the wall and gagged, but nothing came out.

My fingers worry at the strings, plucking absent notes while my brain hunts for the right words. The lyrics sharpen themselves around one idea: *The devil I married.* Not in so many words yet. But it’s there. In the way the chorus curls around the concept of signing your name next to someone else’s and not knowing if you’ve been saved or sold. In the way the verses bite at invisible chains, then admit sometimes the hand on the lock feels like home. Every time I stumble on a particularly vicious couplet, Mia cackles. “You’re going to kill him,” she says.

Late at night in the cemetery, I poured wine in front of the photo on the tombstone. Moonlight fell on the gold-engraved words “Tomb of My Love Mandy Somerfield,” shining with a cold glow. “I promised that I would take care of him for you...” A metallic taste surged into my throat, I tilted my head back and drank the liquor. “But he hates me now. If only I hadn’t made that wish back then. If only I had been the one who died.” I looked up at her gentle smiling face. Tears fell to the ground in sharp drops.

* *I almost started to believe her* *Then I saw you and I knew* *Maybe it's 'cause I got a little bit older* *Maybe it's all that I've been through* *I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder* *And how I see myself with you* "Does it sound familiar to you too?" Darian asked at that moment. Although I didn't understand what he meant, I continued the song. *I don't say a word* *But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know* *There you go, saving me from out of the cold* *Fire on fire would normally kill us* *But this much desire, together, we're winners* *They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners*

I sing the word in my head like a Broadway finale: “Do-o-one!” Let’s hear it for Friday victories and traumatizing boys before lunchtime. I think with a grin plastered across my face.

“Girl… I need something to aid my driving…. Ruth B ain’t working out well for me yunno” “Alright just after this part please” I say and Jim gives me the side eyes. “Cause I’m in a field of Dandelions, wishing on everyone that you’ll be mineeee…. Mineeee… and I see forever in your eyes. I feel okay when I see you smilleeeeeee…. Smileee….” I sing out loud and demonstrate, for Jim, my man. “Wishing on dandelions all of the time, I pray to God one day you’ll be mine… wishing on dandelions all of the time” Jim joins me to sing this part and we both smile after we end…

‘Well fuck me, she left’ I thought as I turned to go back to the packhouse. I swiped my hand down my face, that did not go as planned. I had only taken a few steps when I heard someone singing. I didn’t see anyone, so I followed the melody: “Out of the ruins, Out from the wreckage, Can’t make the same mistake this time. We are the children, The last generation, We are the ones they left behind. And I wonder when things are ever gonna change, Living in fear, ‘til nothing else remains. We don’t need another Hero, We don’t need to the way home…” the words to ‘We don’t need another hero’ by Tina Turner floated through the air.

"That Arizona sky burnin' in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It's buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn't find. So when I'm all choked up But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way." I finish, choosing to only sing a little bit of the song, mostly because I don't know the rest. "Katalayha...that was insane!" Hardin's large body tackles me to the bed, my laughter echoing even as he kisses me, both of us smiling. "Told you I can sing." I whisper smugly, simply to act like I wasn't almost pissing my pants.

Please don’t try to find me through my dealer He won’t pick up his phone Please don’t try my father either He ain’t been home for years I know I’m no spirit seeker I can’t sleep through the tears I get lost in the ether I check it, I wreck it, I turn it around I gave you all my money, gave you all my money Gave you all my money, gave you all my money I don’t wanna live I don’t wanna give you nothing ’Cause you never give me nothing back Why can’t you be good for something? Not one shirt off your back Why can’t you be good for something? Not one shirt off your back She was so lost in the song that she did not notice someone was playing horn from behind. Just then she felt as if something hit