The Mountain Goats See America Right

I was driving in from Tampa
When the radiator burst
I was three sheets to the wind
A civilian saw me first
And then there was the cop
And then the children standing on the corner --
Your love is like a cyclone in a swamp,
And the weather's getting warmer

I was getting out of jail
Headed for the Greyhound
You said you'd hop on one yourself
And meet me on the way down
I was shaking way too hard to think
Dead on my feet
About to drop --
Went and got the case of vodka from the car
And walked the two miles to the bus stop

Got on the bus half drunk again
The driver glared at me
Met up with you in Ingles
Thumbed a ride to Cedar Key
If we never make it back to California
I want you to know I love you --
But my love is like a dark cloud full of rain
Always right there up above you.