You better find your love quickly
'Cause the boys are lining up
They're coming back from war
Sometimes that's all it takes
To make a sentimental bastard out of me
Let me go, please let me be

Wrapped up in twine
And butcher's paper
My bloody heart inside

We drove all day and night on the winding roads
The mountain's pointing up
There was a frozen deer on the side of the road
And I was scared, your hand was on mine
And I drove real slow 'cause you were by my side

Imagine myself on the green, green pastures
With you running close behind
Please don't leave me here to die
'Cause I'm like a barnacle floating for a ship to pass by
To rescue me and bring me home to you

Wrapped up in twine
And butcher's paper
My bloody heart inside
Imagine myself as a fisherman casting out his lonely line
He's caught something, he reels it in only to find
That the hook has snag his own broken heart
He mends it, throws it back, he knows it's not his time

But he'd better find love quickly
'Cause drinking salt and fishing
Just ain't gonna cut it this time
In this life