CGDC
Is your jewellery still lost in the sand
GDC
Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine?
GDC
You left your rings on the shoreline
GDC
So you wouldn't lose them swimming in the shallows
DGC
A plastic shovel, soft sweaty children far from home
DGC
On vacation not unlike your very own
CGDC
And the captain howdy lit upon my shoulder
GDC
And he left me with sulphur and rooms full of headaches
GDC
I fell in with snakes in the poisoned ranks of strangers
GDC
Please send me more yellow birds for the dim interior
DGC
Will my pony recognise my voice in hell?
DGC
Will he still be blind, or do they go by smell?
DGC
Will you promise not to rest me out at sea
DGC
But on a fiery river boat that's rickety?
DGC
I'll never find my pony along the rolling swell
DGC
A muddy river or a lake would do me well
DGC
With hints of amber sundowns and moody thunderstorms
GCD
A sunken barge's horns, with the cold rusty bells