Road Salt Two

It was 79', and the world seemed more kind And it was still okay to be a modest. The 60's were gone, but the soul lingered on, And the 80's were still just a promise And I remember me and you To children at six, the pain with stains, And ever without

I'm far from sober. And she's far from sane. When she takes my hand and she pulls me away. She leads me down to the shoreline. She leads me down to the shoreline. She leads me down to the sea. She pulls me into the water. And then she whispers to me: