Original lyrics
ENBlue ship sail me,
Lost in the slipper of the night.
Full steam daily,
Puffing like a fisherman's pipe.
Walking up the main streets
Smiling, seeing things.
Far away a season is zipping up.
Green lights changing,
Cold Appalachian towns.
Dead strings breaking,
A snowstorm is going to come down.
Walking out of clubs, lame
Bound to the earth again.
A parliament of ravens too drunk to fly.
The Massachusetts Turnpike
Puritan, stock and still.
Headed for the heart of the Sunday night!
