Red Shredded Paper

Big baggy t-shirts

And red shredded paper

On the VHS that our father kept

Rainbow of bottles

With names of a stranger

On the tear-stained shelf where our mother wept

And you said it'd be different

And you said it'd be different

And you said it'd be different

Always said it'd be different

Come get out of the water

Don't go any deeper

Come get out, pick up the phone

Come get out of the watеr

You're a terrible swimmеr

Come get out, just come back home

Just come back home

Tattered old backpack

And two-dollar glasses

In the motel where they found you downtown

I pounded my fists on

The edge of my mattress

And I prayed that it's not the day that you drown

And you tried to be different

And you tried to be different

How you tried to be different

But now everything's different

Come get out of the water

Don't go any deeper

Come get out, pick up the phone

Come get out, my brother

You're a terrible swimmer

Come get out, just come back home

Just come back home

Late night in September

Made a call to our mother

That neither of us will forget

Can you hear me, in the water

Come back now, my brother

Come get out, I'm not done with you yet

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Come get out

Don't leave me with nothing

But red shredded paper

On the VHS that our father kept

Come on home

Come on home