The Grass Widow In The Glass Window

Great big dead elm With golden oysters blooming like hell The kids get the saint While I get the drunk The universe is offensive and filled with junk Casco Bay is just behind the tall grass We slept on the beach Until the tide drove us back The bon vivant with cancer had a lot to say That from the pram to the pine box There's a whole lot of weight We all try To keep our loved ones calm When they're a dog that heard thunder Shaking in a crate So let me live Just don't let me live here alone with this miserable guy Great big dead elm Standing up broken, a barkless shell Now is not for the faint of heart They'll put you on a shelf If you can't just shut the fuck up and be alone with yourself But with the joy of discovery comes a feeling that you can't beat You can still be sweet, you can still be sweet And with the favor that was curried, will the ketchup be unmarried? I was a dead elm, but I don't know now I... I wanna live here I... I wanna live here I... I wanna live here