Pail of Water

I wouldn’t call you the love of my life
The king of the mountain, or the jealous kind
You wouldn’t call me what my dad calls his ex-wife
Last night I saw a picture of a man I’ve never seen alive
I would have gone nuts for you in your salad days
I would have paid I would have paid I would have paid
To never see you in the nowhere I have found
The ocean gabs like the gossip of a town
You’ve done more for me than I should have allowed
We climbed the sand hills of North Carolina
And when you fell I did not come tumbling after
Mathew brought us sword fish wrapped in brown paper
And photo envelopes from when you were kids together
You and Ellie had turned in, in the sun-burns of your lives
And Mathew started asking if you’d been doing alright
I felt like a dog given her pale of water
I felt like my mother, I feel like her daughter
I would have gone nuts for you in your salad days
I would have paid I would have paid I would have paid
I wouldn’t call you the love of my life
The king of the mountain, or the jealous kind