Butcher's Paper (Sad Fisherman's Song)

You better find love quickly
Because the boys are running up the current
Heading for warmth
Sometimes that's all it takes
To make a sentimental bastard out of me
Let me go, please, let me be
Wrapped up in twine
The butcher's paper, my bloody heart inside
I drove all day and night on the windy roads
The mountains pointed up
There was a frozen deer on the side of the road
And I was scared but your hand was on mine
And drove real slow because you were by my side
Imagine myself on the green, green pastures
With you running close behind
Please don't leave me here to die
Because I'm like the barnacle floating for a ship to pass by
To rescue me and bring me home to you
Wrapped up in twine
In butcher's paper, my bloody heart inside
Imagine myself as a fisherman casting out his lonely line
He's caught something, he reels it in
Only to find that the hook has snagged
His old broken heart
He reels it, throws it back
He knows it's not his time
But he'd better find love quickly
Because drinking, song, and fishing
Just ain't going to cut it this time
In this life