Neighbors come, into our kitchen Bring finger rolls, pastry and consolation I take off the plastic wrap And my tears fall Low down low I walk room to
Tonight, give me something to believe in Like the road that winds in front of me Cause dirty white fences are all I see Can't hold on, to a dream that
Can't wear my alligator boots in church Can't wear my alligator boots in church Preacher says all they ever do is drag in dirt I think I got some dirt
Fan hums on the ceiling Mesmerizing spin Sweat drips slow like honey Sticky on my skin Makes me so uneasy Right down to the core I swear I feel you peeking
