The girl down the street saw my ghost on the road
But I sailed the backyard asleep in my boat
Both paddles broken, no sail for the wind
A bathtub, a bottle, to drown myself in
And she ran through the town like the end was upon us
Screaming like birds above angry high seas
The newspaper boys pulled a high-dollar favor
And my drunk brother sang of where they could find me
The girl told the preacher her vision of doom
He petted the Book said, "It's slightly too soon"
A flashbulb, a nudge and I left my best dream
And rose like the specter of Jasper County
