walk to the end of the dock
with your cut off jeans and fishing rod
the high high waters, the tree branch nod
bait the hook, listen for god
i've got a place where we can talk
under the bridge deep in the fog
a quiet place where the city won't bother
a cushioned nook, a welcoming log
it's time to unleash the horses
let the engines in your chest
rev their insides like porsches
these low to the ground operations
have worn out and bored us
untangle the melodies, unveil the chorus!
