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