Rowboat, row me to the shore
She don´t want be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She don´t want to be my friend no more

Pick me up, give me some food to eat
In your truck going no place
I´ll be home talking to nobody
You´ll be strange, you´ll be far away
Big fat moon
And my body´s out of tune
With the burning waves
She´s a billion years away
Dog food on the floor
And I´ve been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up, give me some alcohol
In your truck playing the radio
I´ll be home with the gasoline
You´ll be stoned, you´ll be far away

Rowboat, row me to the shore

She don´t want to be my friend no more
She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul
She is all, and everything else is small

Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Beck