Dead waves awakened by the breeze Storm's a-brewin' on the horizon And storm's a-brewin' in her eyes Cold and distant as she turns And the water starts to fill his lungs It won't be long until he's gone Pine and salt and gasoline Oh, what a way to set the scene Early September out at sea And buried somewhere beneath 20 fathoms deep I refuse to spend my autumn years with you Just going through the motions I'm less lonely when I'm alone Bitter smiles asleep in separate beds You always reeked of cheap perfume And you know I smell of cheap cologne Pine and salt and gasoline Oh, what a way to set the scene You're as lifeless at the bottom of the sea as when we got married Pine and salt and gasoline Oh, what a way to set the scene Early September out at sea And buried somewhere beneath 20 fathoms deep