Smokehouse

I am a tight wire
 You hold me like a line to throw
 You give me something that baites me
 When the tide is low
 All around I hear the trains coming in
 One by one
 But you don't come, no you don't come
 She makes a smokehouse
 You cannot find the door to leave
 The priest is puttering and humming
 There's something up his sleeve
 The sun is looking gray today
 And the birds can't find their way
 And so you stay, and so you stay
 I need a moment
 To whisper something in you ear
 I got a piece of your puzzle
 To me you are so clear
 Some take and then they go and some flow
 Like a river in the sand
 Baby I know you can
 Come on I know you can
 Baby I know you can
 Come on I know you can
 Come on I know you can