When fall breaks back into winter I will love you most of all, my shore
But it will remind me of that song that makes you uncomfortable
And you'll spray and spit and ebb and tide like those notes you adore
And it will leave me no choice but to see that which I am able

Out beyond the waves I can see your grave

And sons they sing about their father's one-armed demands
And daughters are twice screwed up as they howl about ovaries and their glands

But as I walk along your Jersey shore
I am told that the ways you once were are no more
And I realize that I am a revolving door
Of thoughts of the first great World War
When my grandfather swore and swore and swore
To see you once again and more

So for now pretend we're accomplices
Accomplishing an end
To return their love to the ones
That were bent by unfair love
And for that I shall be
Yours recklessly