I leap toward the south yeahAnd attempt to burn my bridgesWay down to the equatorAnd back up north with the windI’m travelin’And the last I heard twelve sad storiesFrom disciples of the sunAnd we rang the bellAnd fired the gunTo worship the perfect and sometimes cruelImpartiality of the sun [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/guided_by_voices/indian_fables.html ]
