Ive held your hand and sunk your ships
And I can read our future in the whiskey on your lips
Watch this ice a-melting; cool glass magnify my palms
And from the church on sunday evening comes the sifted sound of psalms
Things they go and then come around to stops
Now my babys just a breeze through the treetops
Glass in my hand, my back to the door
My one consolation is I aint your man anymore
The drop
Oh, I worry just about the drop
Oh, I worry just about the drop
cause its not the fall that kills you,
But, the sudden stop
Machiavelli on the door
The shogun dropped his chopsticks in the bowl
Oh, you might be a pastor, but you never pay the toll
Im flippin from left to right
Oh, Im flippin like a moth tonight
I could never ask your baby,
Ill wish for you tonight
Ill wish for you
I worry just about the drop
I worry about the drop
cause its not the fall that kills you,
Its that sudden stop
That sudden stop, now
Is she alligator
Yeah, shes a crocodile
She got that ancient ?
Thats just hanging out of her smile
When she called you at the keyhole, brother
She knew it all the while
Oh, I worry just about the drop
Oh, I worry (Im so worried, mama) about the drop
cause its not the fall that kills you,
But that sudden stop
