I think I'm blowing out to sea
He said you gotta be kidding me
He said
Maybe you ought to be a priest
Gotta get down on those holy knees
And you gotta get drunk
On the holy one
Gotta do a little dance
You know you gotta feel like a man
Buy your ticket to the foot of the bed
From inside of the holy head
You gotta do a little dance
Then I said
All those priests, they find their knees
Just like drunks find their keys
I know, like the wind finds me
Like the wind finds me
But there’s a crack in the door
You cannot close it anymore
And that wind blowing down from the shelf fills you up with itself
The windows are open again
It's raining in the kitchen, raining in the kitchen
Rain rain rain
The stuff is stronger than it's ever been
And our hair is longer that it's ever been
Something’s alright
And who would rather drink alone tonight
With all that time
Can you stretch it off your hands
When the stuff is stronger than it's ever been