I'll be the old man out at sea
Still on the side of finally
Something dreamed of where I'll be
Catching fish to set them free
Out of the stream, ourselves at last
I don't know what idyllic means
Let's play house, a couple of acres
Pigs and cows, rabbits, George
can I sing in a small church choir, build a
With gasoline, light a match
and wait for you to scream
kill the driver just for kicks
Smash and crush and grind my phone,
Meetin' strangers every night,
sherry beds and bloody fights
Kiss me George so I can eat,
hit me so I know it's real
But there's a land for me,
a life that I'm supposed to lead
Something dreamed of where I'll be
Catching fish to set them
Can't you see that this busy life
was not cut out for someone like
I'll be the old man out at sea,
still inside, and finally
Something dreamed of where I'll be
Catching fish to set them