Sour Milk / Salt Water
I don't got a trust fund, if the luck don't come
It could be a cold one, all through winter
My father liked it better when it was better weather
But now, more than ever, he is ready to quit
Back to California, boy I could have warned you
That if I could afford you, we'd all stay there
Put away the work clothes, salt water in the nose
Look at how my hands froze, ready to quit

I don’t know where my love went
She flew away the other day
Maybe back to where her arms always burn
I’m thinking, but I already know

Pilot light’s going out, no more bread to go around
Do you know the love I’ve found for the bay?
Looking for skiff and seine, all that you bring is pain
Can't see through the rain, letters stopped
Fifty pound bag of flour, generator lost its power
All the milk is going sour, get the wine
Race around, cheat the clock, gotta get of the dock
Looking for another flock to call my own
I don’t know where my love went
She flew away the other day
Maybe back to where her mind always turns
I’m thinking, but I already know

I don’t know where my love went
She flew away the other day
Maybe back to her place of concern
I’m thinking, but I already know