Lyrics: Iron & Wine. Around the Well. Belated Promise Ring.

Sunday morning my Rebecca's sleeping in with me again
there's a kid outside the church kicking a can

when the ceder branches twist she turns her collar to the wind
the weather can close the world within its hands

and my mother says Rebecca is as stubborn as the come
they both call me to me with words i never knew

there's a bug inside the thimble theres a band-aid on her thumb
and a pony in the river turning blue

they say time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take
my Rebecca says she never wants a boy

to be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away
then to run inside and curse the open door

i once gave to my Rebecca a belated promise ring
and she sold it to the waitress one a train

i may find her by the phone booth with a fashion magazine

she may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again

they say time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take
i think i could never love another girl

to be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way
while she shines my mother's imitation pearls

sunday evening, my Rebecca's lost a book she never read
and the moon already fell into the sea

so the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flowerbed
now they blend with all the lighting tattered trees

they say time may give you more then your poor bones could ever take
my Rebecca said she knew i'd want a boy

a dollar for my boardwalk red balloon to float away
she would earn a pocketful to buy me more