Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music)  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