Letra de The general specific

If your trials end, 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.
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
was coming on, only for you and me.
When the showing up ends, going back to the
south, where hungry necks that I know,
and runnin´ a blender in a lightning storm,
disguised as a blessing I´m sure.
Knowing up here, 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