She's got juice ripe and ready Soaking her sleeve It's good to sleep when you need an answer Ready to receive I wasn't looking at the mountain When I burned my hand on the stove I don't want to sell death short But life is starting to take hold We can stay for a couple days Maybe make a few friends If the price of time is right We'll end up owning it again From jackshit southern Indiana To the Cascade Mountain range I passed her up on the interstate The model of her car had changed It was old but she looked pretty in it Turning her head to right the land I knew we'd meet her once again She looked like she was in command Hanging in a ditch behind court two With the dandelion grass and clover Cracking back the hours slowly To erase the longing doubts Before the veil is closed, gonna get out Before the veil is closed, gonna get out Gonna get out before the veil is closed Burnt black spraycan lay in state I'd used it to write my name Like a Texas lamb anticipating the clear left lane Now I'm going to take from you the apple And give back something more then food But first you gotta promise you're gonna share it Even though it feels this good