there's flies out in the kitchen, there's coffee on the shelf
let's say we drip a pot and talk about ourselves
how we lost direction, where we go from here
who's gonna read the map and who's gonna steer

and stop
what you do to me
reel me in or set me free
I'm just trying to spot dry land
I'm just trying to understand

those hippos from Fantasia are painted on your wall
you still have crates of vinyl half-a-human tall
you keep dolphin-safe tuna sealed up in a can
at least you're saving something, saving what you can

and stop
what you do to me
reel me in or set me free
I'm just trying to spot dry land
I'm just trying to understand

this must be the bridge
sure sounds like a bridge
sounds like a bridge to me
this must be the bridge
sure sounds like a bridge
it goes to the c
and then it goes to g again

it feels good to be down south again away from all that cold
and to see those sweet magnolias can really take a hold
to see you on that porch again with twisters in the sky
I know I should be leaving here after one last good-bye

stop
what you do to me
reel me in or set me free
I'm just trying to spot dry land
I'm just trying to understand

stop
what you do to me
reel me in or set me free
I'm just trying to spot dry land
I'm just trying to understand


Rough Fish Music © BMI 2006