There's a hole in the roof 
And the rain's coming down 
The roads are flooded 
There's no way back to town 
And the 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 your dreams 
You know fate has a funny way of coming around 
Oh, they'll carve our names like scripture to the soles of our feet 
Each footprint that they take it will tell of our beat 
Til the night of the following rain 
Til the low tide comes to swallow pain 
This bottle of bourbon, now dry as a bone, it drank us all up 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