A traveler stops at the old inn yard

It has been so many miles and it's been so hard

I've grown silver as a widow since then

And now a traveler's come to see me again



He has the mouth of a river the face of a child

But don't forget what he's hiding underneath his smile

And that old silver splinter that he left inside of me

Oh don't forget hmmm



I could not walk it off



Then he began and slow slowly

I could feel his web beginning to undo me

Slow rivers awoke in my shoulders and my legs

Slow rivers awoke I was floating away

And beauty is tired of playing dead

And beauty is tired of hiding her head

I go over to the window

I go over to the window



I could feel the droplets hanging on the edges of my leaves

I could feel the tears coming and I couldn't believe

I go over to the window

I go over to the window

And beauty is tired of playing dead

And beauty is tired of hiding her head

Yeah beauty is tired of playing dead

Oh beauty is tired so tired



So I gave up and sang along

And rode off on the wings of a simple song…