Going to Water

Covering these tracks and counting our ribs

By the burn of a candle, each other's dark twin

Our bodies blanched and curved with disease

But we've got panache and these few dead teeth

Rosie's in the bathtub, shuffling paint swatches

A law unto herself, way outside of the margins

Check the front door, make sure it's locked

Turn off the lamps, settle the dogs

At the throne of history in the county's dark hold

We've got a bucket full of beer and some hybrid pre-rolls

I'm thinking 'bout a good night's sleep

Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet

I wish my back weren't giving me hell

Off in the distance the tolling of a bell

Mama wore a braid and corduroy pants

Didn't have no use for barbed wire fence

In a house full of cats, she didn't worry with the rats

Mama played her records and taught us boys to dance

Going to water in mineral bluff

Daydreaming about my wife swimming in the buff

A memory I'll hold fast to, once and forever

Brick by brick we built this house together

I'm thinking about a good night's sleep

Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet

I wish my back weren't giving me hell

Off in the distance, the tolling of a bell

I'm thinking 'bout a good night's sleep

Laid up in bed rubbing on my woman's feet

I wish my back weren't giving me hell

Off in the distance, the tolling of a bell