Lyrics:

There's a hole in the roof
And the rain's coming down
The roads are all flooded
There's no way back to town
And this ship we came in on
Has just run aground
You know fate has a funny way
Of coming around

The memories we've buried
Have just taken seed
When springtime comes
They'll turn into weeds
And they'll creep through your window
To smother the dreams
You know fate has a funny way
Of coming around

Oh, they'll carve our names like scripture
To the soles of their feet
Each footprint that they take
It will tell of our deed

Drowning lies
Oh, they're following me
Till the flow tide comes
To swallow the beach

This bottle of bourbon's
Now dry as a bone
It drank us all up
And then it left us alone
Well, we've since switched to skull pot
But we can't choke it down
You know fate has a funny way
Of coming around