The Gulf Of Mexico

She cooks him ham and hotcakes

Five thirty every mornin'

She does the dishes and

She irons his uniforms

And she thinks

She might have loved him once

But that was so long ago

And the rain pours down

Like a holy waterfall

Over the gulf of Mexico

The boardwalk's deserted

And the beach is all closed down

And the middle school punk rockers

Ride their skateboards through the town

And she looks back and she daydreams

About things an' people she's never seen

Just to keep from bein' blue

And she gets home about a quarter to four

And she drives her brother to the liquor store

On Ocean Avenue

Mmm

I'm parked on the state line

On this cold November day

Pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool

Somewhere down this lost highway

Then I hear a voice from my soul's core sayin'

"Freedom's just a metaphor

You got nowhere to go"

And the rain pours down

Like a holy waterfall

Over the gulf of Mexico

Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm

Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm