Rosey ran away at 17
She packed her bag and took off to those cities she had never seen
Running from an old church kind of town
Surrounded by the hills and hallowed ground

Rosey felt that curse down in her bones
She knew that if she stayed she knew she’d never go to leave her home
Every storefront, every cobble stone
Nothing ever changed or seemed to grow

"Go, go" they said
"We’re happy here, with our little heads buried in the sand"
"Go, go" they said
"We’re just fine here, living the same day over again"
But Rosey said

Something isn’t right here, I feel it in the wind
The leaves are coming down, but heavy is my doubt
Something isn’t right here, it’s all staying the same
No ticking of the clocks, a curse upon the crops
Something isn’t right

Rosey’s father wouldn’t speak her name
The way the townsfolk looked at her, it made her feel insane
Witching in her words, they said
All those little secrets 'bout her buried in the earth

Go, go" they said
"We’re happy here, with our little heads buried in the sand"
"Go, go" they said
"We’re just fine here, no living means no death"
But Rosey said

Rosey travelled back when she was old
On a lonely winter's night when she heard the town had sold
Nobody was left, no not a soul
They didn't realize trying to freeze their time would turn them cold