Apples

i got nothing in my pockets, my pockets in my hands i can lead you to the ocean, leave our sandals on the sand i got matches and bottle rockets in an old coffee can we can shoot them up into the air let em lay where they land and this is how it is, yeah this is who i am looking for a hand to kiss where the river meets the dam and this is how we live, to each her own don't ask for more if you got apples to give, well thats what growing em is for well the engine it keeps on knocking as we drive away from town we can ignore the problem, but we can't ignore the sound i'm at your door can you please unlock it? here's some flowers I found i've been waking to an image of you moving slowly in a wedding gown and this is how it is, yeah this is how we love opportunities are missed or taken advantage of yea this is how we live, to each her own don't ask for more if you got apples to give, well in whose cellar are they stored? there must be onions in our eye sockets we always tear up and cry thinking about all the things we need that our money can only buy so put your gun down now, uncock it you got your whole life to die for every snake in the garden finds water just like every dove in the sky and this is how it is, yeah this is who we are when the hand you've come to kiss is thrown into the throes of war and this is how we live, to each her own don't ask for more if you got apples to give, well thats what growing em is for