Do you know how many cities had been built
On the mainland and the trains there
How they'd glide over the marshes

And the hazy sea

Carrying business men in starched collar shirts

Who peered out windows that would fog
Faster than you could wipe them, man


Why are there mountains
Then the last fire dies
We rebuild with foundations

Set just slightly higher
On compacted ash and bone
Spiralling skyward at the gwb

Will you take the wheel for a while
I'm suddenly real tired


We two running our course
Your summer version
Was so fresh and fertile emerald green

The wind in your hair
Like wind russian through the canopy
And i was green too with robust $#&@ed envy


And the way suspension bridges shake
When you're stopped behind trucks

Sailing into 1999