she cooks him ham and hocakes

at 5:30 in the morn

she does the dishes

and irons his uniforms

and she thinks she might have loved

him once but that was long ago

and the rain pours down

like a holy waterfall

over the gulf of mexico

the boardwalk's deserted

and the beach is all closed down

and the middle school punkrockers

ride their skateboards

through the town

and she looks back and she daydreams

about things and people she's never

seen just to keep from being blue and

she gets home about a quarter to four

and drives her brother

to the liquor store on ocean avenue

and i'm parked on the state line on this

cold november day and pretty soon i'll

be a drivin fool somewhere down this

lost highway

then I hear a voice from

my soul's core sayin "freedom's just a

metaphor, you got nowhere to go"

and the rain pours down like a

holy waterfall over the gulf of mexico

over the gulf of mexico