funny how a good thing opens your eyes
makes you feel the branches,
leads you to the pines
funny still how infatuation shuts you all up
as it makes you a dead beat son of a gun
honey, but I do know where I come from;
I got a key to this chest
honey but I do know where I end up;
I got a body for this bed
and I undress
like eyes upon an atlas
shotgun orchestra,
the needle bends as it spins
and we got skin like we were born
to swim past our scalps in it
and I do, I want to swim the length of this with you
want to swim the length of,
swim the length of, swim the length
of this life with you
and I undress
like eyes upon an atlas
I'll make you a map to me,
I'll be there in your sights
I won't be too hard to find
I'll be made into a mark
with a heart steadied and strong
a readied aim for your arrow, my darlin'
I know where I come from