Is your jewelry still lost in the sand
Out on the coast, or rushed into the brine?
You left your rings on the shoreline
So you wouldn't lose 'em swimming in the shallows

A plastic shovel, soft sweaty children far from home
On vacation, not unlike your very own

And Captain Howdy lit upon my shoulder
And he left me with sulfur and rooms full of headaches
I fell in with snakes in the poisoned ranks of strangers
Please send me more yellow birds for the dim interior

Will my pony recognize my voice in hell?
Will he still be blind, or do they go by smell?
Will you promise me not to rest me out at sea
But on a fiery river boat that's rickety?

I'll never find my pony along the roiling swells
A muddy river or a lake would do me well
With hints of amber sundowns and muted thunderstorms
A sunken barge's horns, with the cold and rusty bells

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Mark Linkous