Shovel over my shoulder
Body in the back of the truck
Spare tire in the shape of a donut
Stranded at the cemetery
It don't have to be that way
It don't have to be that way
And it's not a metaphor
It's not a metaphor
When I say "dead reckoning"
Burned a hole in the back of my wallet
Spare change for the ferryman
Cash only
Out of service
Who would've thought the first time would be the worst
It don't have to be that way
It don't have to be that way
And it's not a metaphor
It's not a metaphor
When I say "dead reckoning"
Tumbled in the dryer spin
Round and round the socks begin
But one escaped
Where did it go
To a land that no one knows
Oh the last sock
Where do you hide
Lost in the shadows
Taken by the tide
Oh the last sock
Are you free
Or are you lonely
Just like me
Once a pair
Now torn apart
A threadbare love
A missing heart
Did you fly
Did you roam
Did you find a better home
I search the basket
I search the floor
Behind the couch
Through every drawer
Oh the last sock
Where do you hide
Lost in the shadows
Taken by the tide
Oh the last sock
Are you free
Or are you lonely
Just like me
Maybe there’s a secret place
A sock dimension
A cosmic space
Where all the singles gather 'round
To dance and laugh without a sound
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