I don’t always like sage

The one thing

That means the whole thing

To so many

And I don’t wear cowboy hats

And I don’t say

He’s risen indeed

‘Cause my holiday

Is a hurricane

Ain’t nothin’ ever – never been the same

Yeah my holiday

Is a dreary day

Ain’t nothing ever been the same

Anyway

I don’t always fear riptides

Not like I should

That’s for sure

And I don’t, no I don’t whistle anymore

For tithers or healers

Or pearls

‘Cause my holiday

Is a hurricane

Ain’t nothin’ ever – never been the same

Yeah my holiday

Is a dreary day

Ain’t nothing ever been the same

Anyway

Sort through your own things, Baby

And find my body

At the end

Of the lake

Done turned around a whole lot lately

At the end of the day

It’s the end of the day

‘Cause my holiday

Is a hurricane

Ain’t nothin’ ever – never been the same

Yeah my holiday

Is a dreary day

Ain’t nothing ever been the same

Anyway