D’ya remember we went to Cowboy Joe’s
When the beach was lapping against our toes
And all the sand between our feet
Won’t pay for a place to eat
And I’m starving with the hunger
To you I’m just a number
You can calculate 
Play the xylophone into another state
And the wind was murder and my breath was air
I was killing time just being there
Til you called me up 
Said, hey babe, it’s love
But you flick your ash onto the carpet
While I’m studying the market
For foreign goods
And the woods 
Feel more like home than they ever did
Do you know how to flip a lid
Or a bottle cap
Like the sudden shock of slap
When it’s leveled against your face
And your disgrace
Has no meaning here
My love, my dear
It’s crystal clear
We’re just wading through our fear
And the storm is over
Like the white cliffs of Dover
Steady in the breeze
Constancy is all you need