Late on a 
Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends 
They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend 
One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream 
And there's so much water so close to home 
When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly 
Warmed up with whisky they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly 
In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down 
And there's so much water so close to home 
When he hold me now 
I'm pretending 
I feel like 
I'm frozen inside 
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise 
Everything's turning to white 
It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was that close to freezing 
But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the bruising 
They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time 
There's so much water so close to home 
They carried her downstream from their fishing; between two rocks they gently wedged her 
After all they'd come so far, it was late 
And the girl would keep; she was going nowhere 
They stayed up there fishing for two days 
They reported it on 
Sunday when they came back down 
There's so much water so close to home 
When he holds me now 
I'm pretending 
I feel like 
I'm frozen inside 
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise 
Everything's turning to white 
The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested 
On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested 
I went to the service a stranger; 
I drove past the lake out of town 
There's so much water so close to home 
When he holds me now 
I'm pretending 
I feel like 
I'm frozen inside 
And behind my eyes, my daily disguise 
Everything's turning to white