Jerry's Song

You are true blue
You're the sweet dew
And you're the gifts that your mother had wished of you
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 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