Dead waves awakened by the breeze
Storm’s a-brewing on the horizon
And storm’s a-brewing in her eyes
Cold and distant as she turns
And the water starts to fill his lungs
It won’t be long until he’s gone

Pine and salt and gasoline
Oh, what a way to set the scene 
Early September out at sea
And buried somewhere beneath
20 fathoms deep

I refuse to spend my autumn years with you
Just going through the motions
I’m less lonely when I’m alone
Bitter smiles asleep in separate beds
You always reeked of cheap perfume
And you know I smell of cheap cologne

Pine and salt and gasoline
Oh, what a way to set the scene
You’re as lifeless at the bottom of the sea 
As when we got married

Pine and salt and gasoline
Oh, what a way to set the scene 
Early September out at sea
And buried somewhere beneath
20 fathoms deep