You better find love quickly nBecause the boys are running up the currentnHeading for warmth nSometimes that's all it takes nTo make a sentimental bastard out of me nLet me go, please, let me be nnWrapped up in twine nThe butcher's paper, my bloody heart inside nnI drove all day and night on the windy roads nThe mountains pointed upnThere was a frozen deer on the side of the road nAnd I was scared but your hand was on mine nAnd drove real slow because you were by my side nnImagine myself on the green, green pastures nWith you running close behind nPlease don't leave me here to die nBecause I'm like the barnacle floating for a ship to pass by nTo rescue me and bring me home to you nnWrapped up in twine nIn butcher's paper, my bloody heart inside nnImagine myself as a fisherman casting out his lonely line nHe's caught something, he reels it in nOnly to find that the hook has snagged nHis old broken heart nHe reels it, throws it back nHe knows it's not his time nBut he'd better find love quickly nBecause drinking, song, and fishing nJust ain't going to cut it this time nIn this life