The city keeps me aglow
defends me from claws of hush and bore
drags my bein' strayin' on the loud concrete and asphalt
concedes a small shaky light to make all seem to shine
just like the will o' the wisp.
The whale swims in its lake
its chant makes all shake like a seaquake
there meets sirens charmin' and lullin' from depth
cursed to run out every now and then to look for a breath
just tens of feet above there.
There is a place out there where I don't wanna live
and there's a place nearby where I just can't live at all.
The mountain holds my wrists
defends me from mists and from time twists
drawin' fast on this never stoppin' train toward end
concedes a small sleepy gloom to make all seem just wise
as far as things ever can.
The whale's flyin' in the air
just sneezin' a flare of need and scare
for it actually is a misfit fish swimmin' out its pool
forced to confess what its seaquakes and sirens just were
nothing but folds in the waves.
Nothing but folds in the waves.