Is your jewelry still
|
Lost in the sand
|
Out on the coast
|
Or rushed into the brine
|
You left your rings
|
On the shoreline
|
So you wouldn't lose them
|
Swimming in the shallows
|
|
A plastic shovel soft sweaty children far from home
|
On vacation not unlike your very own
|
|
And the Captain Howdy lit
|
Upon my shoulder
|
And he left me with sulfur
|
And rooms full of headaches
|
I fell in with snakes
|
In the poisoned ranks of strangers
|
Please send me more yellow birds
|
For the dim interior
|
|
Will my pony recognize my voice in hell
|
Will he still be blind or do they go by smell
|
Will you promise me not to rest me out at sea
|
But on a fiery river boat that's rickety
|
|
I'll never find my pony along the rolling swells
|
A muddy river or a lake would do me well
|
With hints of amber sundowns and muted thunderstorms
|
A sunken barge's horns with the cold rusty bells
|
|
-----------------
|
More Yellow Birds
|
| Sparklehorse |
