The Neverwills Lyrics

The neverwills pull me into the river
Highway's the vein that I pollute
White to red, from over on the shoulder
With the turning of the neck

I skirt your town... Econoliner
Trying to get my sea legs back
Watch the land unroll its film to
The melodies rotting in my head

A Carolina Composition
Fueled by Jim Beam Black
Fresh-cut thoughts, lonely for companions
A limited shelf life

A blackened lung, three dollar well drinks
And the bartender plays the priest
Preaching out to the converted
God don't shed his light on me
His light on
The neverwills