From the thumper to the drinker, 
The cradle to the angel 
I'll be looking over you 
Pass me up or lay me down 
Once I wanted an explanation 
But now I'd settle for just a sound 

What's the name they call ones like us: 
A bouquet of shadows in the evening sun 
I sat up late and watched you sleep 
And you said you'd waited thirty years for me 
Another painter-over hardwood floor 
And off the hallway, dear, another trail of tears 
Out past the couple, and onto the street 
I emptied my flask out at your feet 

Austin are you calling 
Atlanta are you there 
Eupora are you dreaming 
That you saw my darling dear