The General Specific Lyrics

If the trials at hand are really getting you down: We had a close call, I didn't even see it, then another one, And I hardly believed it at all. What the writers say, it means shit to me now, Plants and animals, We're on a bender when it's 80 degrees at the end of December, What's going on? Only for you and me. In a showing of hands, who's going back to the south? Where hungry necks that I know In running the blender in a lightning storm Are disguised as a blessing, I'm sure. And knowing ahead, there comes a fork in the road, Pants have got to go. We're on an island on the Fourth of July, It looks like the tide is going home. In time, I'd find a little way to your heart, Down to the general store for nothing specific, Gonna wash my bones in the Atlantic shore, Only for you and me.