My Sister's Blue Suitcase

My sister's blue suitcase that belonged to my mother My women all dressed from it passed one to another Down the shaft of my heart the wind blows so cold with the sins of my father I feel I'm growing old 'Cause I'm not like you yeah I'm always looking for somewhere to rest my head and all of my hurt All of my hurt We all marry our darkness in the graveyard or church In that hand-me-down dress let in let out lips pressed to the earth Oh so I'm going diggin' I'll find me a veil In my sister's blue suitcase Dirt under my nails 'Cause I'm not like you Yeah I'm always looking For somewhere to rest my head and all of my hurt All of my hurt Sometimes it's heavy sometimes it's light sometimes it's the stars I saw in my grandmother's eyes But I've been a wise woman and I've been a child Been draggin' this suitcase along behind me All of my life I'm not like you I'm always looking for somewhere to rest my head and all of my hurt Yeah I'm not like you 'Cause I'm always starving for love or for closure and I I I been hungry for years I been hungry for years My sister's blue suitcase that belonged to my mother My women all dressed from it Passed one to another