Thistle Songtext

von Jerry Joseph

Heard the damn was breaking
September '84
Sent you off a post card
Mail don't come here anymore

All is pretty quiet
The conversation lacks
Folks all left here running
They ain't never coming back

'cause I'm living here in thistle
Living here alone
A hundred feet of water
Is the place I call my home

Here below the surface
There is a church and there is a bank
There isn't any money
The economy just sank

As for my sweet Jesus
He ain't no swimming fool
He took of for dryier pastures
He ain't hanging around the pool

Well I'm living here in thistle
Living here alone
A hundred feet of water
Is the place I call my home
And I won't float away
No I'd never float away,
No, I'd never float away

Life is pretty simple
No need for luxury
The only thing I'm missing
Is a little company

In the summer I see children
Looking down here from their boats
I I send them up some loving
I guess loving doesn't float

Well I'm living here in thistle
Happy as a clam
The only one to hang around
Since they blew the damn

No I'm living here in thistle
Living here alone
A hundred feet of water
Is the place I call my home

And I'd never float away
No I'd never float away
No I'd never float away