Late on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends
  They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
  One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream
  And there's so much water so close to home
  When they arrived it was cold and dark; they set up their camp quickly
  Warmed up with whisky they walked to the river where the water flowed past darkly
  In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down
  And there's so much water so close to home
  When he hold me now I'm pretending
  I feel like I'm frozen inside
  And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
  Everything's turning to white
  It was too hard to tell how long she'd been dead, the river was that close to freezing
  But one thing for sure, the girl hadn't died very well to judge from the bruising
  They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time
  There's so much water so close to home
    They carried her downstream from their fishing; between two rocks they gently wedged her
  After all they'd come so far, it was late
  And the girl would keep; she was going nowhere
  They stayed up there fishing for two days
  They reported it on Sunday when they came back down
  There's so much water so close to home
  When he holds me now I'm pretending
  I feel like I'm frozen inside
  And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
  Everything's turning to white
  The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested
  On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested
  I went to the service a stranger; I drove past the lake out of town
  There's so much water so close to home
  When he holds me now I'm pretending
  I feel like I'm frozen inside
  And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
  Everything's turning to white