Jennifer Kimball - East Of Indiana [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I live East of Indiana, no tilling here to mourn
No fields to the horizon, your shirts were always torn

Your gaze did slowly drift, sure as winter fell from Fall
And since you sent no letter I read the writing on the wall
East of Indiana, East of Indiana

From the high ground she did spin her tales of being left alone;
As if by spreading pain it seemed she could undo some of her own

If hell is here on earth, oh, then let me fall
Let me think I know what love is, I don't know anything at all
East of Indiana, East of Indiana

In the nighttime did we sing
The moon, her fullness won
Is now indifferent and pale
From here to kingdom come
You reap what you will sow
The harvest is on fire
And little girls with little boys' names
Condemned, all, to desire

In the golden streaming sundown, for a moment I forget
We thought we could go swimming without ever getting wet

But the sun will rake it's path across me to the west
And each day it sets above you, I am older, I am yet
East of Indiana, East of Indiana
East of Indiana, East of Indiana