sometimes i think it must be nice in the belly of whale
where it’s so dark and peaceful o i could think about all the things i’ve done
and the places i’ve been
i don’t want to see the end
and my fingers shakin
boy i sure would love to take you swimmin in the river by the gorge
where we’ll take our clothes off in the waning of the moon id love to see your face
but don’t cut your hair
it won’t grow back again
if you cut your hair
build the fire high
little fawn came down the rocks
centipede rose from the ash
lost her mother in the night
found my nature in the fight
to be dreaming is to be feeling and is to be real
is to really observe in the real meaning of the sense of the word
which is easy baby just open up your mind to the static in the sky
is to be the moment we are dumbstruck and i’m dumb and i know
so don’t tell me i ain’t
i climbed mountains last night
i saw my old fate
there was no happy ending
i should warn you
i can get real heavy so will you lift me up
if i’m gone and gloomy
will you be my lantern will you shepherd me to earth
will you forgive me darling?
i’m scared to die a failure
will you forgive me then?
(i’ll be gone, your sailor...)
