Everything's Turning to White - Paul Kelly, The Messengers

Laters 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 as changes us even well

Everything as changes us even well