Text: Conor Oberst. Outer South. Ten Women.

Ten women
Ten women between you and me
Ten women
Ten women, the nightmare, the fantasy

Ten women, the thrill and the shame
Ten women, I miss you the same
While you're kissing the ring of some good timing king
Ten women, a fool I have made

Two faces
Two faces, two faces you have
Two faces
Two faces, keep one in your bag

Two faces from which you can choose
Two faces and neither are you
Well, I'm biding my time like a cellar of wine
With two faces you'll never be true

One witness
One witness is all that I need
One witness
One witness, just someone to see

One witness to all that's been done
One witness whose eyes will not run
Just someone to shout in this big empty house
One witness to mourn for our love

Ten women
Ten women between you and me
Ten women
Ten women, the glory, the tragedy

Ten women to trust and betray
Ten women, I want you the same
It will be like it's been if you come home again
Those ten women have all gone away