Lumberlung

A breath of whiskey on my cotton shirt
 Turn on the fan, take off your skirt
 Lay here beside me on these sheets so stained
 For a little while, but it ain't the same
 And she brings me water and it always tastes so good
 She brings me flowers from the woods
 Stays here in this house with me when I know she'd rather leave
 Stays with me as I sleep
 And she helps me nurse my lumberlung
 But it's no longer fun
 For her
 Once I dreamed we'd took a roadtrip, just me and her
 Through the southern and midwest states
 Turned north just south of Arkansas and we headed up
 Towards the vast Great Lakes
 And I thought I'd sleep through Texas, but I woke up in Illinois
 And the car in the lane next to me was driven by a little boy
 And he flashed a smile at me then he drove straight off the road
 Smacked an overpass, I watched his car explode
 And when she wakes me from my delirium
 I know I'm no longer fun
 For her
 And she brings me water and it always tastes so good
 She brings me flowers from the woods
 Stays here in this house with me when I know she'd rather leave
 Stays with me constantly
 And she helps me nurse my lumberlung
 But it's no longer fun
 For her