Butcher's Paper

You better find your love quickly 'Cause the boys are lining up They're coming back from war Sometimes that's all it takes To make a sentimental bastard out of me Let me go, please let me be Wrapped up in twine And butcher's paper My bloody heart inside We drove all day and night on the winding roads The mountain's pointing up There was a frozen deer on the side of the road And I was scared, your hand was on mine And I drove real slow 'cause you were by my side Imagine myself on the green, green pastures With you running close behind Please don't leave me here to die 'Cause I'm like a barnacle floating for a ship to pass by To rescue me and bring me home to you Wrapped up in twine And butcher's paper My bloody heart inside Imagine myself as a fisherman casting out his lonely line He's caught something, he reels it in only to find That the hook has snag his own broken heart He mends it, throws it back, he knows it's not his time But he'd better find love quickly 'Cause drinking salt and fishing Just ain't gonna cut it this time In this life