In January, I shot a stranger
In a routine robbery.
He reached under the register
And my mind flashed white.
His eyes pushed out from his head
And his lips stilled.
My next memory's the highway
And your face at the door.

My mother told me I was crazy,
And I hear the same thing from Marie:
That I could sail to Christchurch
And some joker would chase me.

When you left St. Louis
Did you think you would find me
In that puddle on Sunset
When I shot too much?
When your sister passed on that April
And your father started speaking to God,
Did you think you would marry me
Or marry at all?

My mother told me I was crazy,
And I hear the same thing from Marie:
That I could sail to Christchurch
And some joker would chase me.

If your blood's become tainted,
I won't run to Mexico,
Because I'm not a killer at heart
And I'm yours.
Take my whiskey and drink it.
In a minute I'll join you.
Though I watched a stranger die,
It's not clear I can take this.

My mother told me I was crazy,
And I hear the same thing from Marie:
That I could sail to Christchurch
And some joker would chase me.
I could sail to Christchurch
And some joker would chase me.