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