I'm a simple guy

I wash my hands with warm water in the winter time

And I wash my hands with cold water in the summertime

Christmas swift bliss and I'm going home

I'm going home

Have you ever seen those guys who sit on their porch all day

And they drink too much

And they smoke too much

They don't really talk enough

Well that's me

Well I saw the horizon in her eyes and

I thought about what if we had kids

And we lived in a small house, in a big land, with no plan

And without plans

Quicksand in my hands and now i'm going home

Quicksand in my hands