I'm six feet down and I'm wide awake
No love, no crown, set aside to take
You gotta creep and crawl through the mid-west mist, my friend
All the ones you've known, and all the ones you'll miss
You don't need a better half
You just need to be whole
Yeah, you can dress up the news
In whatever blue suit you choose
Still don't make it the truth
It don't make it the truth, no, no, no
Ten feet of mud and sinking
It fills my lungs with fourteen days to take me
I guess the squeaking wheel gets the grease
You don't need a better half
You just need to be whole
Lake superior ...