Quicksand

I'm a simple guy
I wash my hands with warm water in the winter time
And I wash my hands with cold water in the summertime
Christmas swift bliss and I'm going home
I'm going home

Have you ever seen those guys who sit on their porch all day
And they drink too much
And they smoke too much
They don't really talk enough
Well that's me

Well I saw the horizon in her eyes and
I thought about what if we had kids
And we lived in a small house, in a big land, with no plan
And without plans
Quicksand in my hands and now i'm going home
Quicksand in my hands