Swimmer On A String

She don’t lace her bootstraps anymore
And I love the way they sound when they fall against the floor
There’s a ship at sea
That won’t ever come back to shore
I like curtain bedroom door
In the dark now watch the shadows painting you
Shattered glass on the table and the whipper will moonlight
We’re both old now, babe, and only getting older
This street’s nice, but don’t go two blocks over
This street’s nice, but don’t go two blocks over
There’ll be no more day labour
I’ve seen the fire in the hills at night
There’ll be no more time shaking like pine off a tree
Next stop is Raleigh, watch your back
I wish I were a lizard in the spring
Hey hey hey, hey
Hey hey hey, hey
So I could hear my sweetheart sing
Hey hey hey, hey
Hey hey hey, hey
I wish I were a lizard in the spring
Hey hey hey, hey
Hey hey hey, hey
So I could hear my sweetheart sing
Hey hey hey, hey
Hey hey hey, hey