Wild Pink - The Grass Widow in the Glass Window

Great big dead elm
With golden oysters blooming like hell

The kids get the saint
While I get the drunk
The universe is offensive and filled with junk
Casco Bay is just behind the tall grass
We slept on the beach
Until the tide drove us back
The bon vivant with cancer had a lot to say
That from the pram to the pine box
There's a whole lot of weight
We all try to keep our loved ones calm
When they're a dog that heard thunder
Shaking in a crate
So let me live
Just don't let me live here alone with this miserable guy

Great big dead elm
Standing up broken, a barkless shell

Now is not for the faint of heart
They'll put you on a shelf
If you can't just shut the fuck up and be alone with yourself
But with the joy of discovery comes a feeling that you can't beat
You can still be sweet, you can still be sweet
And with the favor that was curried, will the ketchup be unmarried?
I was a dead elm but I don't know now

I, I wanna live here
I, I wanna live here
I, I wanna live here

Written by:
John Ross

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Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing

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