well i’m huntin’ down the rabbit holes i saw out by the lake
you told me they grow farther from the water when it rains
i met a man who promised everyone that he had changed
but there he was by the river with a rock attached to his waist
if it rains the crops will grow twice as big
if it doesn’t rain we’ll live
with an apple in my mouth i bit off more than i can chew
but wash it down with whiskey and i’m left thinking of you
when maple leaves are autumn green there’s nothing i can do
but wait for them to change into something with value
so when my leaves grow dark and old
they’ll be kept alive by the stories told
because every word has kept me warm
even when it’s as cold as this
i’m not alone / your face is as white as snow
when you said if it rains the crops will grow twice as big
if it doesn’t rain i wont give a shit
because there will be a cityscape where that pasture is
so if it doesn’t rain we’ll live.
