Jerry's Song

You are true blue

You're the sweet dew

And you're the gifts that your mother had wished of you

And you stand as the only man to laugh at Poseidon

You are limestone

I am clay

I'll break you down far more though, either way

And now we stand on the finest sands

On the coast of Ireland

Where I'd watch you die again

And die again, die again, die again

Were we troubadours

Stuck in traffic

Twenty-one thousand miles we put in the basket

And to drive across divided America while still splitting a sandwich

You are limestone

I am clay

I'll break you down far more though either way

From the ghost of Montreal

And the murderer in Belfast

We'd watch the wave crest

And dry again, try again, try again