We went on a trip to the seanMe and her and her and menNever felt so all alonenWe argued by an old payphonenNow lonely is my name…nnI found an old motel for usnThe bed frame was covered in rustnNever felt so rottennI stuffed her mouth with cottonnBright Apple is my name…nnI got some tape, I found some twinenMy head was foggy from the winenThe desk clerk never heard a crynI made her mine, it felt so finennThe morning sun came creeping innHer body looked so pale and thinnNever felt so full of fearnThe sky was pretty and so clearnBob Feargus is my name…nnThe birds were chirping by the seanIt was me and her and her and menI watched her splash, my eyes felt deadnThe water turned a little rednFrank Deadeye is my name…nnI got a tape and listened innThe phone calls she had made to himnMy eyes were leaking crazy tearsnI heard them laughing over beersnI tied her down, it felt so finenThen drove across the county linenFor a burger and a glass of wine…n