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
And what the writers say
It means shit to me now
Plants and animals
We're on a bender
when it's eighty degrees
the end of December
What's going on
Only for
you and me
With a showing of hands
who's going back
to the South
We're hungry next
that I know
Been running the blender
in the lightning storm
Disguised as a blessing
I'm sure
And knowing ahead
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