| You’re looking at foreclosure
|
| And doing time
|
| And it don’t sound good this time
|
| And the wife that made your life Hell
|
| All the time you were telling me You were fine
|
| Silly man
|
| So I got your dog.
|
| How is that?
|
| I made it nice, I wrote a check.
|
| You cut the weeds back on my drive
|
| Cause you’re a good guy
|
| Deep down inside.
|
| What makes a boy like you go bad,
|
| What makes a man so lonely and sad,
|
| That he’d poison all he knows
|
| And in one year, just let it go?
|
| And all that time you were telling me You were fine
|
| Silly man, silly boy
|
| It’s been you and me on this frontier
|
| Trying not to be suburban pioneers.
|
| Fighting off the pavers
|
| And the associations
|
| And the covenants against the trailers.
|
| I remember how we used to laugh
|
| At all those rotten men in «camo"drag
|
| With their advantage and their guns
|
| Up the deer stand shooting up a storm
|
| And all the time
|
| You were telling me all those lies
|
| Silly man, I’m just a silly girl
|
| There was a time
|
| We could hibernate like bears
|
| But we finally come up for air
|
| And everything’s all marked and cleared,
|
| Survey flags flying everywhere.
|
| Once you said to me You know, what I’ll miss the most
|
| Is just being the only ones
|
| With our dirt and our dead ends
|
| And no one to turn us in. |