If the trials trials at hand Are really getting you down, We had a close call, I didn't even see it, Then another one, And 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 at 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? We're hungry next thing I know, Been running, The blender and the lightning storm Are 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'll 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..