text: The church bells ring out morning glory
  When summer bends to the winters rage
  Emily walks through the cemetery
  Passed a dog in an unmarked grave
  The old girl hobbles, nylons sagging
  Talks to her sisters in the ground
  I saw a lie in the mirror this morning
  I heard a prophesy all around
  And Emily they come and go
  The shadows and the distant sounds
  But Emily dont be afraid
  When the weight of angels weighs you down
  Emily prays to a faded hero
  In a little frame clutched to her gown
  Hears the voice of promise in his memory
  Tonights the night they let the ladder down
  In a cage sits a gold canary
  By a wicker chair and a rosewood loom
  As a soul ascends abord the evening
  Canary sings to an empty room