Is your jewelery still lost in the sand
Out on the coast, [bad word] into the brine?
You left your rings on the shoreline
So you wouldn't lose them swimming in the shallows

plastic shovel, soft sweaty children far from home
On vacation not unlike your very own

And the Captain Howdy lit upon my shoulder
And he left me with sulfur and rooms full of headaches
I fell in with snakes in the poisoned ranks of strangers
Please send me more yellow birds for the dim interior

Will my pony recognize my voice in [bad word] 
Will he still be blind, or do they go by smell?
Will you promise not to rest me out at sea
But on a fiery river boat that's rickety?

I'll never find my pony along the rolling swell
muddy river or a lake would do me well
With hints of amber sundowns and moody thunderstorms
sunken barge's horns, with the [bad word] bells