Swannanoa

I woke up in Houston, in somebody’s kitchen.
The ceiling was sweating, and I was afloat on a dirty brown river of heroin
shivers, waiting on someone to send me a boat.
I went back to Charlotte, cuz I fell in love with a girl with a stutter,
who didn’t love me.
She said, «I don’t believe you.
I don’t believe you.
I don’t believe you when you’re laying next to me."So, I went down to Tampa to
find me an answer, but it wasn’t coming and neither was she.
So, I tried Swananoa, where nobody knows me.
Got so goddamned lonesome that I had to leave.
I looked death in the face.
It was only my father.
If I’d known all along, I wouldn’t have bothered with being afraid,
with being a coward, and trying to fool some mysterious power.
Cuz, I don’t believe it.
I don’t believe it when it’s laying next to me.
No, I won’t believe it.
I won’t believe it.
I won’t believe it 'til it’s laying next to me.