All last night it stormed
Woke me up at two, three, and four
Genevieve it's true, I have no doubt
Naked on the road, nowhere left to go
I'd have no home if you left me alone
I just watch the fog burn off the water
I can't help but sing this tune
Boats pull in their traps
Could be lobsters could be trash
Genevieve it's true, I have no doubt