There's a hole in the roof and the rain's coming down The roads are flooded, there's no way back to town And the ship we came in on has just run aground You know fate has a funny way of coming around
The memories we've buried have just taken seed When springtime comes they'll turn into weeds And they'll creep through your window to smother your dreams You know fate has a funny way of coming around
Oh, they'll carve our names like scripture to the soles of the feet Each footprint that they take it will tell of our feat 'Til the night of the following rain 'Til the low tide comes to swallow the pain
This bottle of bourbon is now dry as a bone It drank us all up and then it left us alone Well, we've since switched to skull pot but we can't choke it down You know fate has a funny way of coming around