Lyrics

Sew some buttons on the shirt that she gave you years ago
keep it in a box in a secret place
Wash it by hand like some spirit guided ritual
Think about her for a while and put it away
Keep all your photographs in a place where you never open 'em
keep 'em with your seven big mistakes
Bottle up your emotions, they're only your emotions
You'll get back to them, gonna sift through them someday

If you can catch the bluefish runnin through the season
runnin through the morning, runnin through low tide
If you can call me on the telephone occasionally
and remind me that what's yours was never mine

So fire up the main sails, set a course that you should of set long ago
with a destination warm and south
Catch the wind, crank the rudder through the water
till you reach the ocean through the river's mouth
And on the shoreline are the houses from your dream
they've all been painted with one thousand coats of grey
And you see her standing on the beach in her winter coat with the ghost of Job
and she's throwin sticks of driftwood to the waves

If you can catch the bluefish runnin through the season
runnin through the morning, runnin through low tide
If you can call me on the telephone occasionally
and remind me that what's yours was never mine