"Everyway" lyrics

I feel something coming on
A disease or a song
Call the captain, long gone

We warmed our hands in the corpse of a wild horse
On the shores of Assateague
And then blood on our hands up to our elbows
At least we're all in this horse together

I feel something coming on
A disease or a song
Call the captain, long gone

And the wooden nickel we took
In the divorce of rider and corpse
Was by the book
It's a habit of force
Straight from the source
And by the book

Every way, every day
Every way, every day
I feel something coming on