Lletres: Iron & Wine. The Specter Of Jasper County.

The girl down the street saw my ghost on the road

But I sailed the backyard asleep in my boat

Both paddles broken, no sail for the wind

A bathtub, a bottle, to drown myself in



And she ran through the town like the end was upon us

Screaming like birds above angry high seas

The newspaper boys pulled a high-dollar favor

And my drunk brother sang of where they could find me



The girl told the preacher her vision of doom

He petted the Book said, ?It?s slightly too soon?

A flashbulb, a nudge and I left my best dream

And rose like the specter of Jasper County