Houses On the Hll - Ryan Adams

Well I found a bunch of letters

That were written for the fella who broke your momma’s heart

And the envelope folds, smelled of her ancient perfume

I’ll bet she didn’t know

How to respond before the blankets of snow

Caught him out wandering alone

With no place to go

There were stars in the sky

There were houses on the hill

And there bottles of pills that were easy to buy

To keep her warm from the oncoming storm

Well I found them in the northwest corner of the attic in a box

Labeled «tinsel and lights»

Didn’t know what I was I looking for

Maybe just a blanket or artifacts

Eisenhower sent him to war

He kept her picture in his pocket that was closest to his heart

And when he hit shore

Must have been a target for the gunman

There were stars in the sky

There were bunkers on the hill and there were caskets to fill

Where he will lie

Shrouded in the red white and blue with the stripes

There were stars in the sky

There were houses on the hill

And there were bottles of pills that were easy to buy

To keep her warm from the oncoming storm