Funny how a good thing opens your eyes Makes you feel the branches, Leads you to the pines Funny still how infatuation shuts you all up As it makes you a dead beat son of a gun Honey, but I do know where I come from; I got a key to this chest Honey but I do know where I end up; I got a body for this bed And I undress Like eyes upon an atlas Shotgun orchestra, The needle bends as it spins And we got skin like we were born To swim past our scalps in it And I do, I want to swim the length of this with you Want to swim the length of, Swim the length of, swim the length Of this life with you And I undress Like eyes upon an atlas I'll make you a map to me, I'll be there in your sights I won't be too hard to find I'll be made into a mark With a heart steadied and strong A readied aim for your arrow, my darlin' I know where I come from