She grew up fast in a southern town
beautiful blonde in a Baptist home
Now when I hear about her Mom’s got tears
How a child can be swept away with the years.
But I’ve been swept away now too.
That’s why I sit here writing to you
I’m caught in addiction Jules together we are
Like lost battered ships sailing towards the same star.

And I try to get out of it… but I’m lost in a tidal wave.
When they ask I’ll say:

I will not go! I will not fight! I will not die and give you my life!
All that I am, I will not freely give!

Yesterday I rode out to the lake, I had my smoke and I thought
about how much [bad word] you’ve been through, losing your beautiful Mom.
I still remember your eyes when we arrived at the parking lot
But enough of remembering and more about now.

And I try to escape it all… but I’m lost in a tidal wave.
When they ask, I’ll say:

I’m little I know, but wherever I go I give I give… I give (away).
Singing, singing all the day… give oh give oh give away.