There's a woman here with a broken record player
And a dusty compass off to map the country's new behavior
Strange words that we hold on back into the river
Brave boys in the empty coats of men

There's a kitchen timer, distractions and reminders
Rolly-pollies started crawling across your family's china
Strange words that we hold on back into the river
Dead dogs on the winter night again

There's a serpent charmer, pair of shoes and wander
Speeding ticket, you're not leaving that last land of slaughter
Strange words that we hold on back into the river
Good girls come and kick you in the shin

There's a hopeful hunter that has a sense of wonder
And leaving claw marks on the rock he hid his money under
Strange words that we hold on back into the river
And made men only want to live again