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 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 With a showing of hands, who's going back to the south? We're hungry, next that I know Been running a blender in a lightning storm Disguised as a blessing, I'm sure 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'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