I found a book in a washed up ship Reading the notes the captain stitched Inside his suit of dust I wait as the waves Carry me back to shore
My neighbor Miss Lorraine commands The townÂŽs attention when she wants She has a way of making everyone she meets Feel lost and alone with no direction home
ThereÂŽs a bad accident on the interstate A snake of engine oil reaching out
The fire inside my souls is nearly flickered out So I order another round
Sliding into the sea With cynicism and rum Watching Miss Lorraine Smoking alone with the moon