She cooks him ham and ho-cakes

at 5:30 every mornin'.

She does the dishes

and she irons his uniforms.

And she thinks she might have loved him once

but that was so long ago.

And the rain pours down

like a holy waterfall

over the gulf of mexico.



Boardwalk's deserted

and the beach is all closed down.

And the middle school punkrockers

ride their skateboards through the town.

And she looks back and she daydreams

about things and people she's never

seen just to keep from being blue

and she gets home about a quarter to four

and drives her brother

to the liquor store on Ocean Avenue.



And i'm parked on the state line on this

cold November day

and pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool

somewhere down this lost highway.

And I hear a voice from

my soul's core sayin

"freedom's just a

metaphor and you got nowhere to go"

and the rain pours down like a

holy waterfall

over the gulf of mexico (x3)