83

The border was great, but it’s getting late
And I’m getting tired now
And you were like magic, your touch, it was static
But I’m getting tired now
The water was cold, the kids were all old
And you were on 83
And I am ecstatic that you were so quiet
Can’t we just cry it out?
Can’t we just cry it out?
I’ll be king, you can be my small queen
We will run this town just like we did on 83
But I know when the rain comes around, you’ll be gone
And will I even see you around?
Oh, and my fucking god, I don’t know what I want
But I know that I need you around
Dakota was best, and you were a mess
But you wer still there indeed
South of the coast is whre I’ll hurt the most
In my Mercedes green
You just stay silent, that’s how you like it
And that’s what you’re all about
And how you’ll get home, well, that I don’t know
But you can just figure it out