June 19 was rusty
About a quarter after three
I walked up on the forty just to see what I could see
The old well gazing dusty on the prairie dogs about
Imagine my surprise when I saw someone climbing out

First I see a bunch of fingers
Then a pair of arms to match
Soon enough, three more sets of limbs had sprung out of the hatch
And four sun-kissed maidens stood beside me on the way
Which one of them was loveliest I swear I could not say

Where do you ladies come from and whither do you go
These two are among the things that I would like to know
But they had no answer to my questioning
Instead they picked up their hands up high and they began to sing

They said, all you need's an open sky
And a kerosene lamp to see things by
So throw on a pair of old blue jeans
Never ask just what tomorrow means
It's a beat-up guitar with the strings tuned low
It's a forest up in Idaho
And it might kill you if you let it in

Olivia was laughing like she had someplace to go
Kyri, she was winsome like an antique radio
Allie wore a smile like she had a tale to tell
And when I saw Keturah it was almost like I fell

Right into an open sky
With just a kerosene lamp to see things by
Like I could throw on a pair of old blue jeans
And never ask just what tomorrow means
I was a hitchhiker on a moonlit street
She was a meadow at 10,000 feet
Though she might kill me if I let her in

A pickup truck came rolling, Kyri said it was their ride
Olivia jumped into the back with Keturah right beside
That just left two of us lingering, circled by the pines
So I whispered, pretty Allie, won't you tell me one more time

She said, tomorrow is a seasick child
It's a tomato vine strung in the wild
It's a footstep on an overgrown trail
The stars seen from a hilltop jail
It's a carousel up on the moon
It's the world streaking past your basement room
It's a broken compass and a broken bone
The whispers you hear when you're alone
And you might kill it if you let it in