beyond the sky where the dark has no light
nighty-night, I know I couldn't get to you
put your old canoe on the wharf to dry under your new moon
in outer space I will find a good place
for the dried pawpaw and wahoo, too
have a home brew on the wharf tonight when I sing about you
ode to the leaves lay me on the moon
skipping a stone on a lake they had cloned
I'm inclined to do what I'm going to do
put what's left of you in the water in spite, but I wouldn't have to
we agreed that life keeps on going
a reach we'll never be knowing
the price–all the presently lonely and doomed
no earth to turn, no blubber to burn breath new life elsewhere or else we lose ancient lyre or a poison device
glaciers retired
beyond the sky where the dark has no light
nighty-night, I know I couldn't get to you
have a home brew on the wharf tonight under your new moon
we agreed that life keeps on going
a reach we'll never be knowing in truth
we agreed that life keeps on going
a reach we'll never be knowing
always and forever foregoing
the price–all the presently lonely and doomed