Down here in history gulch
Where the naval volunteers collect
We all avoid the big issues while
In the cellars and the underground tunnels
The sherry ghost trundle the barrels to the gorge
And the dust collects on the shelves of the war-time headquarters
Where the ghosts of the funicular railway
Ride up and down, up and down
Like the moods of the drinkers here
Wondering where the link is
We all know what is meant
Though we don't always mean it ourselves