Band Of Horses - The General Specific

If the trials trials at hand
Are really getting you down,
We had a close call,
I didn't even see it,
Then another one,
And I hardly believed it at all.

What the writers say,
It means shit to me now,
Plants and animals...
We're on a bender
When it's 80 degrees at the end of December,
What's going on,
Only for you and me...

In a showing of hands,
Who's going back to the south?
We're hungry next thing I know,
Been running,
The blender and the lightning storm
Are 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'll 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...