For the first time in my lifenI don't want to go homenmaybe tomorrow for the reunitingntonight I want to be alonenthe water is recedingnyou can see the stains on the wallnthank god the summer's overnbeaten back by the fallnnSome are filling up the churchesnothers filling up the barsnsome escaping on greyhound busesnothers in rental carsnto Phoenix Arizonanor Philadelphia PAnman they can't wait to get therenbut they won't want to staynnchorus:nso batten down the hatchesnthe world has gone awaynand all that you got leftnare bills that you can't paynand waterlogged photographsnsome still clinging to that twinentomorrow you're welcome to sharenmy last half bottle of winennA smile turns to a grimacenwhen a welcome is worn downnjust how much room is therenin these quiet little towns?nwith the white picket fencesnand zoned to ease the mindnof those who hide behind the wallnthat others left behindnnchorusnnthe label got washed awaynso I'm not sure of the yearnbut when you can't drink the waternyou better not drink the beernnchorusnnWhat happens when you've lost thingsnyou never knew you hadnand you come home to a frontyardnfilled with graveyard slabsnAaron sings what Randy wroten'about clear down to Plaquemine nwell...we're down to 6 feet of waternand my last half bottle of winennchorus