the air is getting hotterthere’s a rumbling in the skiesi’ve been wading through the high muddy waterwith the heat rising in my eyesevery day your memory grows dimmerit doesn't haunt me like it did beforei've been walking through the middle of nowheretrying to get to heaven before they close the doorwhen i was in missourithey would not let me bei had to leave there in a hurryi only saw what they let me seeyou broke a heart that loved younow you can seal up the book and not write anymorei’ve been walking that lonesome valleytrying to get to heaven before they close the doorpeople on the platformswaiting for the trainsi can hear their hearts beatinglike pendulums swinging on chainswhen you think that you've lost everythingyou find out you can always lose a little morei'm just going down the road feeling badtrying to get to heaven before they close the doori’m going down the riverdown to new orleansthey tell me everything is gonna be all rightbut i don't know what all right even meansi was riding in a buggy with miss ma...