[Verse 1]
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
[Verse 2]
Mother, pack me bags, because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall, right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead
[Verse 3]
By this time in a week, I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phosphor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco, from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill
[Verse 4]
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With ice floes through the window, we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a couple a hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin
[Chorus]
Now the only deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out into the evening sun
The wind was whipping shingle through the windows in the town
A hail of stones across the roof, the slates came raining down
A blade of light upon the spit came sweeping through the roar
With me head inside a barrel and me leg screwed in the floor
[Verse 2]
Mother, pack me bags, because I'm off to foreign parts
Don't ask me where I'm going 'cause I'm sure it's off the charts
I'll pin your likeness on the wall, right by my sleeping head
I'll send you cards and letters so you'll know that I'm not dead
[Verse 3]
By this time in a week, I should be far away from home
Trailing fingers through the phosphor or asleep in flowers of foam
From Macao to Acapulco, from Havana to Seville
We'll see monoliths and bridges and the Christ up on the hill
[Verse 4]
An aria with the Russians at the piano in the bar
With ice floes through the window, we raised glasses to the Czar
We squared off on a dockside with a couple a hundred Finns
And we dallied in the 'dilly and we soaked ourselves in gin
[Chorus]
Now the only deck that I'd want to walk
Are the stalks of corn beneath my feet
And the only sea I want to sail
Is the darkened pond in the scented dusk
Where a kid crouched full of sadness
Lets his boat go drifting out into the evening sun
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