The Gulf of Mexico

she cooks him ham and hocakes
 at 5: 30 in the morn
 she does the dishes and
 she irons his uniforms
 and she thinks she might have loved him once but that was 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 punkrockers
 ride their skateboards through the town
 and she looks back and she daydreams
 about things and people she's never
 seen just to keep from being blue
 and she gets home about a quarter to four
 and drives her brother to the liquor store on ocean avenue
 mmmmmm
 and i'm parked on the state line on this cold november day
 and 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 X2