I Stole This T-Shirt from a Friend Lyrics

There's something else I haven't told you

I've never seen the herons fly

The skunk was doing his thing in private

Counting down the days until he dies

The preachers pray upon the taken

The dairy grows cold as the day collapsed

The taunts of fauna in the sun that they bake in

Slip away into the duff filled path

There's nothing left in this country

The river runs drier than these bones

My skin is cracked, my tongue is thirsty

And my hunger is too much to hold

I stole this t-shirt from a friend

He had lost his foot, born without it

It's an old shirt that he made into tie-dye

Its faded green and baby blue that really caught my eye

We went to a music camp in Sweden, Maine

He had chronic back problems and always complained

I don't know what instrument he used to play

I just knew he always skipped class, in his bunk he lay

There's nothing left in the silo

It's all dry as the cattle's coming home

There's nothing more we can desire

As we gaze upon what we have stole

He was kicked out one morning for smoking weed

With his chronic back pains, its probably what he needs

And though at the time I didn't smoke weed

I always thought about it, just him and me

In the woods, by the lake

Must've been one hell of a spot to get baked

And count the stars above Sweden, Maine

That reflect upon the lake all the same