This past storm recalled in me, my darling
A story that I thought you'd care to know
I've no place left to go
How I wound up in a hole so low my darling
With this strangest most dangerous brew ever known
Is all here in this note:
Oh, I cheated death in the kind of wreck that turns your hair to gray
They respected me, mistakenly, overestimating my age
So I broke out and headed south, before my dark roots could grow
And my cover was blown
I just thought that you should know
I found a town in east Colorado
Where I learned to stitch up tattered clothes
It was in my bones
The old man who was my teacher
Let me sleep inside the stove
I never felt less alone
Though I was as good a tailor as that town had ever seen
I couldn't recognize this wool that was pulled right over me
In that sudden cotton-mouthed blindness, the only regret I could hold
Was letting you go
I just thought that you should know
So I awoke on this fishing boat, my darling
With a thousand men I do not know
A thousand miles from home
We all speak a different language
Cloaked in the smoke of a north Atlantic night
Just trying to live our lives
With what you lent I can pay my rent for my old dog and me
But I still can't circumvent the
seafloor that'll be our home next week
I'm a reprobate and profligate who
can't navigate this far from shore, anymore
I just thought that you should know
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