If your trials end, 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 shit to me now.
Plants and animals, we‘re on a bender
when it‘s 80 degrees, the end of December
was coming on, only for you and me.
When the showing up ends, going back to the
south, where hungry necks that I know,
and runnin‘ a blender in a lightning storm,
disguised as a blessing I‘m sure.
Knowing up here, there comes a fork in the road,
pants have gotta go, we‘re on an island on the fourth of July,
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.