Heard a-knocking on my screen door,
You screamed up "It's me",
Funny how the flowers bloom in the back 40,
Makes me wonder if the daisies know what lies beneath,
Second guessing if the juice is worth the squeeze,
Maybe I don't know.

Last I caught wind you bought a gun and headed south,
But a .38 can sure weigh someone down,
The old fisherman said he'd weep for her no more,
Spent the rest of his days safe on the shore,
He didn't shed a tear.

Two miles in the dark,
Keep turning keys hoping for sparks,
Nothing left tonight just look up at the stars,
I don't remember much...
Though I remember a-knocking on my screen door.