Interstate 10 to 57 to 60
Come in on the underside
Cast a line around for a memory
Of some heavy days gone by


Swallow what the sunlight feeds you
Where every little whisper leads you


Find me
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave
Do-do-do-do-do
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave


Pleasure crafts at the marina
Set up where the timber drifts
In your sandals down at the liquor store
Take you through the morning shift


Inside, a creature you could be kind to
Notice how the sunlight binds you



Find me
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave


Too late to save anybody
That's what I say to you
And it's true


Sobbing for the hopeless wrecks down here
Waiting till the coast is clear


Find me
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave
Crying on Eddie Nash's grave