We were setting in the harbor. With our sights out on the land. And there was something someone or other. That we couldn't quite understand. . About the driving wheel.
I gotta get down on the river again. She's a true life giver, she's my only friend. When I'm hidin' out, I need a way to ride on out. From all that gunfire up on the land.
Have you heard about the ones who can't get to sleep at night. Walking through their shoes in the neon light. There's a strain in their faces from the wind and the sand.