you’re a natural disaster
national unsung hero
words in the rafters
belly on the floor
never asked for nothing
but you got it just the same
comin’ out everywhere
mumbling god’s name
ambrosia drunk
chasing down the line
sitting on purpose
losing your mind
I guess you heard
there’s no more poets
I guess you heard
there’s no more gold
I guess you heard
the whisperin’ pine
I guess you heard
it’s cold
ambrosia drunk
chasing down the line
sitting on purpose
losing your mind
yeah, you’re gonna save America
gonna wipe clean her eyes
but your damn near hysterical
when it comes to between her thighs
all we need is water, you say
as you go for a drive
but you looking for lightning
to keep you alive