*Actual lyrics
(there are just a couple of mistakes)
I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day
A bone in a bowl, a watery grave
See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great
I keep fishin' for road kill, passin' out on the waves
A shimmering sea, stretched end to end
Shivering bowl, a flickering friend
See, that's Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave
His whimpering taps now, for his plank-walk grave
I've never been a joiner,
No, I've quit every team I've been on
Now I'm crying in my coffee,
That's not sea salt in my eyes
Cause me and Murphy, we’ve been through it,
And I hate watching him die
(whistling)
So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife
Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night
Like when I was an archer, but I couldn't shoot straight
I broke all of ma's windows, I poked holes through her drapes
And I laugh to myself, but I can't tell you why
The hung-over sun, sneaks back in the sky
But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right
At least better than I will, when it's my turn to die
And I wear his collar on my wrist
And I bury him down at the beach
No crying, no coughing,
Just a body and a hole
No praying, no singing,
No saving any souls
The only thing I'm saving, yeah
Is a bone inside a bowl
*Actual lyrics (there are just a couple of mistakes)
I cry at her bowl, dog's dying day A bone in a bowl, a watery grave
See, I am a sailor, but I'm not so great I keep fishin' for road kill, passin' out on the waves
A shimmering sea, stretched end to end Shivering bowl, a flickering friend
See, that's Mr. Murphy, my leathery brave His whimpering taps now, for his plank-walk grave
I've never been a joiner, No, I've quit every team I've been on Now I'm crying in my coffee, That's not sea salt in my eyes Cause me and Murphy, we’ve been through it, And I hate watching him die
(whistling)
So I wait for my wisdom, like I wait for my wife Like I wait for a story, helps me wait out the night
Like when I was an archer, but I couldn't shoot straight I broke all of ma's windows, I poked holes through her drapes
And I laugh to myself, but I can't tell you why The hung-over sun, sneaks back in the sky
But Murphy went peaceful, he went decent and right At least better than I will, when it's my turn to die
And I wear his collar on my wrist And I bury him down at the beach No crying, no coughing, Just a body and a hole No praying, no singing, No saving any souls The only thing I'm saving, yeah Is a bone inside a bowl