Interstate 10 to 57 to 60
Come in on the underside
Cast a line around for a memory
Of some heavy days gone by

Swallow what the sunlight feeds you
Where every little whisper leads you
And find me

Crying on Eddie Nash's grave
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave

Pleasure crafts at the marina
Set up where the timber drifts
In your sandals down at the liquor store
Take you through the morning shift

Inside, a creature you could be kind to
Notice how the sunlight binds you
And find me

Crying on Eddie Nash's grave
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave

Too late to save anybody
That's what I say to you, and it's true
Sobbing for the hopeless wrecks down here
Waiting 'til the coast is clear
And find me

Crying on Eddie Nash's grave
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave