I thought about water
I thought about the rose late at night
I thought about drinking
I started to hope you were all right
And I thought about calling
but I was afraid you'd be asleep
I thought about God as a shepard wandering the hells looking for lost sheep
And I thought about Wild Rosemarie; how that was who you used to be
How the wilderness sprang up around us
this dry desert heat
And I thought about water
I thought about honey
how I used to call you by it's name
How you move so slow and sticky down my throat
And how dry I became
I thought about the highways
all tangeled up like a ball of snakes
and the poison backroads and what a long time it'd take
to find you Wild Rosemarie, all cracked up on I-93
The choice was your own to strip flesh from the bone and become really free
And I thought about water, how it drowned us after all
How we used to thirst for it to burst forth from the sky and start to fall
And I just got scared that you were still out wandering tonight
So here's this letter I hope you made it back alright
Love always