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