From the thumper to the drinker, The cradle to the angel I'll be looking over you Pass me up or lay me down Once I wanted an explanation But now I'd settle for just a sound What's the name they call ones like us: A bouquet of shadows in the evening sun I sat up late and watched you sleep And you said you'd waited thirty years for me Another painter-over hardwood floor And off the hallway, dear, another trail of tears Out past the couple, and onto the street I emptied my flask out at your feet Austin are you calling Atlanta are you there Eupora are you dreaming That you saw my darling dear