The General Specific

If the trials at hand are really getting you down We had a close call I didn't even see it, then another one I hardly believed it at all And what the writers say It means shit to me now Plants and animals We're on a bender when it's 80 degrees The end of December, what's going on? Only for you and me With a showing of hands, who's going back to the South? We're hungry, next that I know Been running the blender in the lightning storm Disguised as a blessing, I'm sure And knowing ahead, there comes a fork in the road Pants have gotta go We're on an island on the Fourth of July Looks like the tide is going home In time I'd find A little way to your heart Down to the general store for nothing specific Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore Only for you and me