Blanket of Sorrow Lyrics

Dusty old travels and forty watt lights
But lovin' you was like sand in the river
Now you call me "my darling" and I call you "Indian giver"
With a blanket of sorrow I lie in your bed
Four walls are a prison when your heart's in your head
Your soul is an icebox when you go where you're led
With a blanket of sorrow I die in your bed
Now daylight is here, the morning is come
But a blanket of sorrow still covers the sun
But night isn't over, it's still dark outside
Black blanket death is nowhere to hide
With a blanket of sorrow I lay in your arms
And nothing will come of this pain
They told me "I'm sorry, it's been felt before,
And probably will be felt again"