I've held your hand and sunk your ships
And I can read our future in the whiskey on your lips
Watch this ice a-melting; cool gla** magnify my palms
And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms
Things they go and then come around to stops
Now my baby's just a breeze through the treetops
Gla** in my hand, my back to the door
My one consolation is I ain't your man anymore
The drop
Oh, I worry just about the drop
Oh, I worry just about the drop
'cause it's not the fall that k**s you
But, the sudden stop
Machiavelli on the door
The shogun dropped his chopsticks in the bowl
Oh, you might be a pastor, but you never pay the toll
I'm flippin' from left to right
Oh, I'm flippin' like a moth tonight
I could never ask your baby
I'll wish for you tonight
I'll wish for you
I worry just about the drop
I worry about the drop
'cause it's not the fall that k**s you
It's that sudden stop
That sudden stop, now
Is she alligator
Yeah, she's a crocodile
She got that ancient ?
That's just hanging out of her smile
When she called you at the keyhole, brother
She knew it all the while
Oh, I worry just about the drop
Oh, I worry (I'm so worried, mama) about the drop
'cause it's not the fall that k**s you
But that sudden stop