At the back of the boat
Was painted wrecking ball,
There was country music playing,
but he don't like it at all.
And red fire popping
On the rained-out wood and
His whiskey bottle spilling
In a lake that's made of salt…
And look out Michael,
There's a note on the door saying:
«Everybody listen,
We'll be the next Omaha!»
[Chorus:]
Now if you find yourself
Falling apart,
Then I'm sure…
I could stand… on…
The Great Salt Lake…
And your old man was
But a wishing machine,
It's time that you could spare:
Now he's getting old.
When bill either read
Or found a watering hole,
It's a place
To lay yourself
Or the heads of coyote…
[Chorus]
We're following home,
We want one,
Following home,
We all want one…
If ever beat down, we know who we are,
But they know we all want one,
If ever beat down, we know who we are,
But they know we all want one…