the air on winter street
i'll stretch it for a mile
the shirtless backs of passersby
and the importance of good style
sometimes i think about
the friends who i betrayed
the rising tide of eloquence
and the place where i have stayed

hold up, fold up
i sink i jump i sink i jump

i won't be around much
i sink i jump i sink i jump

whod trade a woman for a cow
just like in that book which is mine now
whod trade a woman for a cow
just like in that book which is mine now

the king and queen of bathroom floors 
they broke into the house next door
and left the bottles on the lawn
and kept it goin on and on