Back of the boat was painted wreckin' ball   There was country music playing, but he don't like it at all   And red fire poppin' on the rained-down woody   His whiskey bottle spillin' in a lake that's made of salt      And look out Michael, there's a note on the door    Saying, "Everybody listen, you'll be the next Omaha"   Now, if you find yourself falling apart   Then I'm sure.. I could steer... the Great Salt Lake      Falling apart, then I'm sure...I could steer...the Great Salt Lake      And your old man was but a wishing machine   It's time that you could spare; now he's getting old   When Billy Lorett had found a watering hole   It's a place to lay yourself or the heads of coyote   Now, if you find yourself falling apart    Then I'm sure.. I could steer... the Great Salt Lake      We're following home   We want more   Following home   We all want more      If ever beat down, we know who we are    They know we all want more   If ever beat down, we know who we are   They know we all want more