She grew up fast in a southern town A beautiful blonde in a Baptist home Now when I hear about her Mom’s got tears How a child can be swept away with the years. But I’ve been swept away now too. That’s why I sit here writing to you I’m caught in addiction Jules together we are Like lost battered ships sailing towards the same star.
And I try to get out of it… but I’m lost in a tidal wave. When they ask I’ll say:
I will not go! I will not fight! I will not die and give you my life! All that I am, I will not freely give!
Yesterday I rode out to the lake, I had my smoke and I thought about how much shit you’ve been through, losing your beautiful Mom. I still remember your eyes when we arrived at the parking lot But enough of remembering and more about now.
And I try to escape it all… but I’m lost in a tidal wave. When they ask, I’ll say:
I’m little I know, but wherever I go I give I give… I give (away). Singing, singing all the day… give oh give oh give away.