Steel is rain is coming and the lights are all shut out on the minigolf course and I've yet to wipe the wine off my floors The hammack's racking in 3/4 time and all the birds have south and I am left behind I'm hungring But the flesh of my song is rotten and I think I'm losing sight My old friends have turned to stone In the corners of my eye My folks walked off alone In the corner of my eye And on and on and on...