Molly, I love you, you light up the room Just place a pebble in your pocket and spin it if anxiety looms We're out in the country, feels like we're out of the gloom Right where you built a home for you, and for the rest of us, too Still I can hardly face it This place will be gone kinda soon ♪ And late in December, we're here like flies on a wok Where I drank myself sick, off of the wine you made here just last June We had bullshit courtesy, go hand in hand down here, too Well, I had better watch my tongue up by the house Or else it'll get back to you Still I can hardly face it This place will be gone kinda soon