Molly, I love you, you light up the room
Just place a pebble in your pocket and spin it when anxiety looms
Well, out in the country, feels like we're out of the gloom
Right where you built a home for you, and for the rest of us too
Still, I can hardly face it, this place will be gone kinda soon

Late in December, we're here like flies on a wound
Where I drank myself sick off of the wine you made here just last June
But bullshit and courtesy go hand in hand down here too
Well, I had better watch my tongue up by the house, else it'll get back to you
Still, I can hardly face it, that this place will be gone kinda soon