Steel is rain is coming and the lights are all shut out on the minigolf course and I've yet to wipe the wine off my floors The hammack's racking in 3/4 time and all the birds have south and I am left behind I'm hungring But the flesh of my song is rotten and I think I'm losing sight
My old friends have turned to stone In the corners of my eye My folks walked off alone In the corner of my eye