Cold ice water covering my head
And a long, hard winter breaking whatever's left
And black coal burning, warming my legs
And my old, lone island, sinking for itself
But the sun is always rising if you turn to face The West
You've got everything to strive for when you've got nothing left
But if you run towards the fences you'll be sure to meet your death
And I avoid being self-referential so I wouldn't hold your breath
So let's float, float, float down river until we wash upon the earth's edge
And where green stuff and flora pushes up we can make our marital bed
I love you
I always did