Lyrics:
called Riptide
Wash my wears in Tide 'cause it's too damn cold out-Tide
That's how the runnings go
If there ain't no dough, then there ain't no show
So
sport
I launch my fragrance called "Integrity"
I sell the fact that I can't be bought
Have I told you all about the time
That I got sucked into a hole
but it's blowing on all our friends
We're gonna sit and grin and tell our grandchildren
About the time I called this Guy it was four in the morning
I dreamed I woke up and you were gone
I reached out but no one was there
I called your name and nobody answered
And I wondered if I cry would you
One parrot in a cage
At the home of a friend
Is reason to wonder and stare
Green wings and red face
And a sapphire belly
A racket so loud
As to out
feel it
Did you say it in time
Did you say it out loud
'cause if you did hun
Then you lived some
That feeling inside
That's called satisfied
miles out at sea
And in a sweat
I woke up from that crazy dream
As I reached to hold you in the morning light
It was just your pillow
I clung to so
never thought that I'd get hit by this love bug again
I can't get your smile out of my mind
(I can't get you out of my mind)
I think about your eyes
the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (hey)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from
One way to rock
I've heard it called by different names all over the world, but it's all the
Same there's so many ways to make love a million ways
back of my house
Caleb called around
And he called my name â??til I went out
With no one else around
[Chorus]
Caleb Meyer your ghost is gonna
and you'll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio-- (and our milk-man didn't call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights, didn't see his bottles fall
Or feel
by storm
And I'm just gettin' warm
Just like Muhammed Ali
They called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
That you know I've
twenty-seven masts
And we called her the Irish Rover
We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stones
We had three
I was born on a farm out in Ioway
A flaming youth who was bound that he'd fly away
I packed my grip and I grabbed my saxophone
Can't read notes,
I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in her home, I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk about
nine
I've got a blue-and-red Adidas bag and a humongous binder
I'm trying my best not to look like a minor niner
I went out for the football team
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man
He used to send
a fleeting glimpse of someone's fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left
about to starve to death
It didn't look like she was coming back
So I had to look out for myself
Well I called the police department
To find out what
Well, I was standing in line at the city bus stop
Soaked to the skin from ev'ry rain drop
I see you driving by just like a phantom jet
With your
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got
If your callin' 'bout the car, I sold it
If
I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well,
And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell,
We went to take an evening walk
just about to starve to death
It didn't look like she was comin' back, so I had to look out for myself
Well I called, the police department, to find
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