The Ocean (Is Bleeding Salt)

Strung out down in a hole
And the ocean is bleeding salt down the mile
So I hid as armies marched
But you found me, I’ll turn when I sleep on your porch

And don’t you cry, my darling
Nashville is forgotten
Mama, and don’t you cry, my darling
New York is the ocean

Brooklyn, quiet and cold
When the bars close
You’re stuck counting cracks on the street

The war breaks and you’re swinging a gun
When the bomb drops
You’re stuck picking lead from your teeth

And don’t you cry, my darling
Nashville is forgotten
Mama, and don’t you cry, my darling
New York is the ocean

Strung out down in a hole
And the ocean is bleeding salt down the mile