| Drag the river with a comb that you just bought | |
| For a dollar at the drugstore on the font | |
| If you catch a body falling star falling star | |
| Is it anybody 'cause those has-beens don't fall far | |
| Not like a comet shard not like a bullet shot at a passing car | |
| Planned from the beginning from the very start | |
| An arrow through the middle of the truest of hearts | |
| That trick sent us into triple overtime and into sudden death | |
| Certain inconsistencies saved us at the net | |
| Like that gentle retardation that I never will forget | |
| I won't forget not like the time you let pass you by | |
| Like a comet in the night with its tail shining bright | |
| A poker in the face of a dream pursuing sight | |
| Salt sugar water and grease | |
| Run through the veins of the local police | |
| Wide of the target and short of the mark | |
| Like bears in the corner of a national park | |
| They don't bark like dogs | |
| Or howl at the moon like a wolf in the fog | |
| They never move too fast too far or too soon | |
| The night you beat me up you said it wouldn't last | |
| And you thought it would sink into the past | |
| But it never could and it never will | |
| I drag the river and I feel it still | |
| A candy coating on the bitterest pill but I taste it |