The Gulf Of Mexico

She cooks him ham and hotcakes Five thirty every mornin' She does the dishes and She irons his uniforms And she thinks She might have loved him once But that was so long ago And the rain pours down Like a holy waterfall Over the gulf of Mexico The boardwalk's deserted And the beach is all closed down And the middle school punk rockers Ride their skateboards through the town And she looks back and she daydreams About things an' people she's never seen Just to keep from bein' blue And she gets home about a quarter to four And she drives her brother to the liquor store On Ocean Avenue Mmm I'm parked on the state line On this cold November day Pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool Somewhere down this lost highway Then I hear a voice from my soul's core sayin' "Freedom's just a metaphor You got nowhere to go" And the rain pours down Like a holy waterfall Over the gulf of Mexico Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm Over the gulf of Mexico, mmm