If the trials at hand are really getting you down
We had a close call, I didn`t even see it, then another one, I hardly believed it at all.
What the writers say, it means s**t to me now.
Plants and animals, we`re on a bender when it`s 80 degrees, the end of December, What`s going on?
Only for you and me.
When the showing up ends, who`s going back to the south, where hungry necks that I know, and runnin`
the blender in a lightning storm, are disguised as a blessing I`m sure.
growing up here, there comes a fork in the road, pants have gotta go, we`re on an island on
The fourth of July, it looks like the tide is going home.
In time I`d find a little way to your heart, down to the general store for nothing specific,
Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore - only for you and me