Ahab never thinks; he only feels
The terrors from the deep he tells me
Drive this Catherine Wheel
So strap me up
And break my knees
Fill my mind with foul disease
'Til I beg and beg you incessantly
To end this novel please
Like Casey in the morning
The golden hour's starting
To last a little longer through the day
The morning cigarettes they light the way
Through winter's dark and dread cafes
So hold your hands to the sky and pray
That the Golden Gate is open
The sun is crushing the red metal
Hot wherever you are
Keep on grinding the dead mellow
I think we've wandered off too far
I think we've wandered off too far
I think we've wandered off too far