He thought he was as drunk as can be. New white skinny rebel was he. Because he knew what mattered. It's all in a clatter of the bands he's seen. His words of wisdom would shock.
It's warm by the river, the weir keeps us clean. The woodsmoke and cigarettes are all that we need. Marking the dirt with twigs and simple words spoke.
Come onto me, it's easy for a long life. Don't be denied forever under the night. Come along. To be this free. Is what you want to. . Breaking the line forever under the sun.