Close my ears, eyes go down the river
Lights are clear, they're working to catch my view
Walking down the shore, I'm trying to meet New Hampshire
But New England is mean, I really wish that it weren't true
Left a six-pack of Heineken on her grave
The world can hardly wait
Take my meaning and throw it in the river
And if it drowns, I guess it's not a witch
I love to dream of her breath of heaven
'Cause life's not a maze, it's just a straight line ending in a ditch
Left a six-pack of Heineken on her grave
The world can hardly wait
And can the preacher ever really reconcile me?
Because my sins, they reach so far and wide
And maybe, hell, maybe it's just a waiting room
Or maybe it's a place where the cowards run and hide
But all I know is that I left a six-pack of Heineken on her grave
The world can hardly wait
