I've held your hand and sunk your ships

And I can read our future in the whiskey on your lips

Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms

And from the church on Sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms



Things they go and then come around to stops

Now my baby抯 just a breeze through the treetops



Glass in my hand, my back to the door

My one consolation is I ain抰 your man anymore



The Drop



Oh, I worry just about the drop

Oh, I worry just about the drop

'Cause it's not the fall that kills you,

But, the sudden stop



Machiavelli on the door

The shogun dropped his chopsticks in the bowl

Oh, you might be a pastor, but you never pay the toll



I'm flippin' from left to right

Oh, I'm flippin' like a moth tonight

I could never ask your baby,

I'll wish for you tonight

I'll wish for you



I worry just about the drop

I worry about the drop

'Cause it's not the fall that kills you,

It's that sudden stop

That sudden stop, now



Is she alligator

Yeah, she's a crocodile

She got that ancient ?

That's just hanging out of her smile



When she called you at the keyhole, brother

She knew it all the while

Oh, I worry just about the drop

Oh, I worry (I'm so worried, mama) about the drop

'Cause it's not the fall that kills you,

But that sudden stop