Dreams in the worst stormy winter
And they not afraid to help you through
Trying to stop the waves behind your eyeballs
Drop your reds
Drop your greens
And blues
Thank you for your wine, california
Thank you for your sweet and bitter fruits
Yes, I’ve got the desert in my toenail, ah ha
And hid the steed inside my shoe

But come on
Come on down, sweet virginia
Come on, honey child, I’m begging you

Come on, come on down, you got it in you
Got to scrape that shit right off your shoes, uh

Come on, come on down, sweet virginia