i ve got you you ve got whatever s left of me to get our conversations are like minefields no one s found a safe way through one yet i spend a lot of money i buy you white gold we raise up a little roof against the cold on southwood plantation road where at night the stars blow like milk across the sky where the high wires drop where the fat crows fly all night long you giggle and scream your brown eyes deeper than a dream i am not going to lose you we are going to stay married in this house like a louisiana graveyard where nothing stays buried on southwood plantation road where the dead will walk again put on their sunday best and mingle with unsuspecting christian men la la la la la