Way deep down out in the sticks
I sat in the corner of a room with my head in my knees
Everyone around was stinking of the passing of time
Storm clouds rolling in was all I could see
Babe I'm sure its fine, I'll just give it a little more time
Its a sailors dock and a rolling rock
It kept my hat on the wind but now it don't
Now the clouds are black and remind me of catfish,
Theres a woman that wants to take my hand, but I won't
Babe I'm sure its fine, I'll just give it a little more time
I had took my wheels and made a good deal,
Learned to live without the things I need
I wandered in and out to see if I'd leave a mark,
But like a tree you only notice once all the leaves have fallen
Babe I'm sure its fine, I'll just give it a little more time