Spanish Moss

Spanish moss hid our names
I never thought I'd see you again
When you left us, I wept so bitterly
Too young to meet your end

All the pain down below
It's the heat that gets me low
All the summers in the ocean
The friends I used to know

Sometimes the razor's edge is wide
Sometimes the gray defeats the white
Sometimes my sorrow turns to blackness
As if I had the right

In the back row I sit
Quietly listening
Somehow I heard you talkin' to me
I fell over then