Story Behind The Song
This song is based on someone close to me. Someone with plenty of grace and style, not to mention a wicked sense of humor, struggling with her addictions and her frailties but never losing her firey spirit or her undying belief in her own salvation.
Song Description
A woman contemplates her fading beauty and wilder days as she waits for her white knight to ride in and rescue her from depression and alcoholism. Still the song is ultimately one of hope and spirit and finding that something fine through the darkest of times.
Song Length |
4:54 |
Genre |
Country - Alternative, Folk - Alternative |
Tempo |
Very Slow (Under 70) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant, Moving |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Hope |
Similar Artists |
Lucinda Williams, Shawn Colvin |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Well she once was a looker all fearsome and free
with a sparkle that no man could deny
Now she looks in the mirror and the miles have gotten clearer
and the days they slip endlessly by
So she drifts past the faces that she once used to know
and she pours that first drink down the line
She smooths her hair back behind memories of black
and she waits in shadows of time...for something fine
Something fine
Wrapped up in white, all lacy and soft on the sides
Something fine
You know they say that she was wild
and she married as a child
as she kicked around New Mexico
There were men that had beat her
and others they mistreat her
but still she keeps the fire in her soul
So she turns to her vices just as soon as the sun rises
cause they whisper every minute of the day
And if she closes her eyes, she can almost believe it
That someday they will take her away...to something fine
Something fine
Wrapped up in white, all lacy and soft on the sides
Something fine
Well she?s had a good run and it sure has been fun
and she swears she?ll clean up one of these days
She?ll worry about the taxes
and she?ll join herself a carpool
and complain about the work and the pay
But now the bottle it?s empty
and the day is getting thin
and there still is so much to be done
So she puts away her sorrow
and she thinks maybe tomorrow
the good Lord will deliver along..
Wrapped up in white, all lacy and soft on the sides
Something fine...oh something fine
Something fine...something fine