this rivers rotten at the bottom hot and stinkin and all the cactuses in texas couldn't drink it I wade in right up to my hip and sip the water I missed the fish upon my dish until I caught her i'd wither without you you need an engine in a race car to win races get rid of gravity for rockets out in spaces bust open molecules and they leave tiny traces it's like my run of clubs to you four smiling aces I'd wither without you