The neverwills pull me into the river Highway's the vein that I pollute White to red, from over on the shoulder With the turning of the neck I skirt your town...Econoliner Trying to get my sea legs back Watch the land unroll its film to The melodies rotting in my head A Carolina Composition
Fueled by Jim Beam Black Fresh-cut thoughts, lonely for companions A limited shelf life A blackened lung, three dollar well drinks And the bartender plays the priest Preaching out to the converted God don't shed his light on me His light on The neverwills