The Ferry Song

praise the stones below my feet
praise the walls on the street
i’m praising everything that i meet
walking down the road

was it june or was it july?
we couldn’t think of anything
& if the path is always round
our feet were buried in the ground

i’m going to die & when i die i’m gonna wake up
a flower in a field now the winter’s done
hold up my hands, touch the sun

people come & people go
whatever stays i don’t know
she took her clothes off in the bus
& the evening fell like dust

morning sun, blinking eyes
holograms, getting wise
now the weather’s turning clear
dots like you just disappear

i’m going to die & when i die i’m gonna wake up
a flower in a field now the winter’s done
open my arms, kiss the sun

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