Barleywine Bump

Dance with me my darling, for the summer clock does grind
And the hands are getting stronger, squeezing harder every time
We can get so close we feel the flames but we can't quite see the fire setting blaze to the pyre
And now there's blood on my kerchief, well I think my moment's come
Cuz the past and the future are both blurring into one
There's a girl's voice on the telephone tellin' me that
everything will be fine, but all I'm picking up is static on the line

Soak the heart in brine
Shoot it with salt and lime

Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
Fightin' all the waves until I was ashore again underneath all the pines
Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go
Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me

I pay taxes on distance, and there's a fee for helplessness
Retribution for nights spent on the drunk side of the fence
I'll gather whats left and split it in two and place wagers with each of my pence
One coin on guilty, the other on innocence

Soak the heart in brine...
Shoot it with salt and lime

Cuz until the next time, I'll be somewhere swimming in the barley wine
Fightin' all the waves until I was ashore again underneath all the pines
Where we watched our garden grow dreams so big only thoughts could go
Coins so small they were never thrown into the sea like wishes from the hands of poor boys just like me

So jump in the barley wine, dive to the bottom and close your eyes
We'll float forever like dreams that were cast to the sea, all at the cost of a dime
And impossible is nothing when you have a dream to hold
We found our dreams in a glorious, ever-loving, bottomless pot of gold