| Rowboat, row me to the shore |
| She don’t wanna be my friend no more |
| She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul |
| She don’t wanna be my friend no more |
| Pick me up, gimme some food to eat |
| In your truck, going no place |
| I’ll be home, talking to nobody |
| You’ll be strange, you’ll be far away |
| Big fat moon |
| And my body’s out of tune |
| With the burning waves |
| She’s a billion years away |
| Dog food on the floor |
| And i been like this before |
| She is all |
| And everything else is small |
| Pick me up, gimme some alcohol |
| In your truck, playing the radio |
| I’ll be home with the gasoline |
| You’ll be stoned, you’ll be far away |
| Rowboat, row me to the shore |
| She don’t wanna be my friend no more |
| She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul |
| She is all and everything else is small |