Undertow

There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan

And the lonely 40 watt flickers when the train goes by
Take out boxes near the garbage can
And the leaning tower of dishes is getting 3 feet high

I cant stand – waiting to hear your boots at my door
I cant stand – wondering if you’re out with that whore
I cant stand – i drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow

The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball
And i threw my guitar in the fire when i ran out of duraflames
The phone kept ringing right off the wall
But it never was you, so i ripped it out the socket

And then i cursed your name

The sun’s been gone for 7 days and you been gone for 9
The tennessee river’s just a block away

I could jump in at anytime

I cant stand – waiting to hear your boots at my door
I cant stand – wondering if you’re out with that whore
I cant stand – i drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow

I shuffle around like a mental patient
In my robe and my bedroom shoes
Flipping channels from my sleeping bag

And dining on a box of fruit loops

I cant stand – waiting to hear your boots at my door
I cant stand – wondering if you’re out with that whore
I cant stand – wishing that i had never been born
No i cant stand – i drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow