Jerry's Song

You're a trooper

You're the sweet dude

And you're the gifts that your mother had wished to be

And you stand as the only man to laugh at Poseidon

You are limestone

I am clay

I'll break you down far more, though, either way

And now we stand on the finest sands on the coast of Ireland

Where I'd watch you die again

And die again

Die again

Die again

Were we troubadours

Stuck in traffic?

Twenty-one thousand miles we'd put in the basket

And to drive across divided America while still splitting a sandwich

You are limestone

I am clay

I'll break you down far more, though, either way

From the ghost of Montreal and the murderer in Belfast

We'd watch the wave crest

And try again

Try again

Try again