Field Report - Ambrosia lyrics

Looking for the Win-Win in all this wishful drinking Got me thinking that I ought to pray in wordless groans And be fed ambrosia by the doves But they'd hold me to what I said once; Years or hours ago, I can't be trusted- only thrown I keep spinning my wheels Maybe nothings gonna change I keep dreaming about the sheriff's kid who I used to chew Skoal with He was cruel to the other kids just for fun I always sought them out later on, but I never had the stones to tell him off He died alone years ago on a golf course with a gun And I'm here spinning my wheels Maybe nothings gonna change Time was, I could stand up straight, but I lost my balance with the ballast weight Cast over the gunwales, overboard I got nothing left to push up against but this imaginary resonance Starting at a spot on the opposite shore And despite our sins we would not sink; we were Buoyed by some brackish grace Our mouths like an ocean drink, we salt-shone in the sun And the grackles learned the car alarms Keeping all the neighbors warned And lovers armed I do believe we're going down