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