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