So Long Sweet Clarinda
I'm Off To The Frontline
Cause They Say We Got A Job To Do
Girl, You Look So Pretty In That Dress You're Wearing
I Hope To Jesus I Get Home By June
Just See That My Cup Ain't Never Quite Empty
But Remember That It Ain't Quite Full
Cause We Still Got A Few Miles To Go Down The Road
Sweet Clarinda, Just Me And You
I Can Feel It Coming
So Empty Out Your Pockets Please
All The Pennies, You've Been Saving
In The End Won't Do You No Good
As You Stumble Thru The Silence
You Hear Your Own Breathing
Coming Somewhere From A Place Down Below
You Need To Sell Everything That You Ever Did Own
To Understand What You Think You Know
So Send Me A Postcard, Or A Picture Or Two
To Help Me Girl To Get Some Sleep
Cause I've Been Standing In The Hallways
Digging Deep Trenches
In Peoples Backyards For Weeks
I Can Feel It Coming
So Empty Out Your Pockets Please
All The Pennies, We've Been Saving
In The End Won't Do Us No Good