Devil Socks

Bees are swarming in my lights at midnight
Fish is frying on the stove
My car is full of water
And my heart is full of holes

Got the toothache in my jaw
The fish gone up in flame
The more that things seem different
The more they stay the same

My love has got the devil socks
She wears them all the time
Told me all about them
This morning at six thirty five

My love has got those red red socks
She got that satan’s hair

The more that things seem different
The less I seem to care
Fields full of boulders
Cherry cider on the vine
Sweetest girl in the whole wide world

I'm so glad she's mine
My love has got the devil socks
She wears them all the time
Told me all about them
This morning at six thirty five

My foot is anchored to the gas pedal
As the sun aches across the sky
My toes are sore from hangin' on
With that angel of no reply

Hindsight easier than foresight
That much is clear
But objects in that rear view mirror
Are closer than they appear

My love has got the devil socks
She wears them all the time
Told me all about them
This morning at six thirty five