Paul Bunyan’s Slingshot

There’s a line in the dirt that we all go through
You can try to pretend that it won’t cross you
Everything exactly where it should be
They’ll water the grass where they bury you
But the letters on your tombstone’ll wear straight through Everything exactly where it should be
You’re epitaph won’t last another century
Please don’t bother
Tryna stick around any longer Tryna to tie the clouds to the water
So when you’re back in town Lеt me know I will be waiting I’ll be walkin around Evеrything works out