Rowboat - Beck

Rowboat, row me to the shore

She don’t wanna be my friend no more

She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul

She don’t wanna be my friend no more

Pick me up, gimme some food to eat

In your truck, going no place

I’ll be home, talking to nobody

You’ll be strange, you’ll be far away

Big fat moon

And my body’s out of tune

With the burning waves

She’s a billion years away

Dog food on the floor

And i been like this before

She is all

And everything else is small

Pick me up, gimme some alcohol

In your truck, playing the radio

I’ll be home with the gasoline

You’ll be stoned, you’ll be far away

Rowboat, row me to the shore

She don’t wanna be my friend no more

She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul

She is all and everything else is small