If the trials at hand are really getting you down
You 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 - what's going on?
Only for you and me

In a showing of hands, "Who's going back to the South?"
Where hungry necks that I know
(been running a blender in a lightning storm)
Are disguised as a blessing I'm sure

And knowing ahead, there comes a fork in the road
Pants have got to go
We're on an island on the fourth of July
Looks like the tide is going home

In time I find a little way to your heart
Now to the general store for nothing specific
Going to wash my bones in the Atlantic shore
Only for you and me