Essex Bay

by John Fitzsimmons | Fires in the Belly

This house makes funny noises
When the wind begins to blow.
I should have held on and never let you go.
The wind blew loose the drainpipe.
You can hear the melting snow.
I’ll fix it in the morning when I go.
I’ll fix it in the morning when I go.

I should call you and tell you
How the frost heaves were this year.
You’d laugh and say, “Keeps the riff-raff out of here.”
You’d laugh and say, “In a funny way,
The whole place is kinda queer.”
You know, the State’s finally begun to thin the deer.
Yeah, the State’s finally begun to thin the deer.

And I know the way the tides,
They come and go and flow,
And I know the Essex River
And the clam flats down below.
But there’s something I don’t know
About living all alone
Without you …

I sold the lot that looks out,
That looks out past the bay.
Just a pile of sand that’s worth too much to save.
We said we’d beat the greenheads
And build a dreamhouse there someday;
But I got three times the price I had to pay.
Yeah, I got three times the price I had to pay.

And I know the way the tides,
They come and go and flow,
And I know the Essex River
And the clam flats down below.
But there’s something I don’t know
About living all alone
Without you

This house makes funny noises
When the wind begins to blow.
I should have held on and never let you go.
The wind blew loose the drainpipe.
You can hear the melting snow.
I’ll fix it in the morning when I go.
I’ll fix it in the morning;
I love you every morning;
I still miss you every morning when I go

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