When the devil is all around and got you crawling on the ground. On your hands and your knees with an apple in your mouth. You will know how far you'll go to make your peace with god.
On a clear April day, 1963. I took a memorable ride. On a silver submarine. . 100+ men,. John, Wesley, Harvey and me. All aboard the SSN-593. . Goin' down.
You can see the water. Comin' outta the ground. You can see the foundation. Slipping down. . And you can't help but wonder. How long it will be. Before the restless ocean.
I moor my boat on the old Stono. That river take you anywhere. That you wanna go. . Sail on the Ashley or the Edisto. But don't get caught in the mud.
Was it something that I said. That turned your laughter into lead?. Did I pin too much of me onto you?. Or was I just too blind to see?. It wasn't love but sympathy..
Oh me oh my-o. Robbed at gunpoint. In Ohio. . Now I'm gone. To Louisiana. With a bullet-proof bandana. . I felt a little older. Child support and mortgage.
Standing in line at the equestrian mart, looks like it's about to rain. I've got two small kids and I'm late on the rent, wife's dead two weeks to the day.
It's quiet on the river this morning. Ain't nobody on the water but me. But the sun is comin' on. And it won't be long. 'Fore there's a little more wake.
I've got to find a better coping mechanism. I'm falling apart, disintegrating in the schism. Is it a show or is it realism. Lost and found and then I was locked up in a prison.