Great Lakes Myth Society - Eastern Birds lyrics

Blue 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 Ma**achusetts Turnpike Puritan, stock and still. Headed for the heart of the Sunday night