High in the ranks of the bleeding hearts On the docks of the fishing boats Of the wishy washy wishing well of home
At a barter banquet, amen Riding the ride and unleashing the tide Of a maiden's mood swing, amen Won't go as planned without asking the hand Heavenly harness of obstinate power
Far in the land of the scribble scrabble Where the plow pushed sod with devilled hooves of clones All frothing full of foam Past the claws of the city light is the doorstep you call home