Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties
They spit you up river just like all those lions
That walked the banks
They said, "Paint me that river
And would you only use blues
With a brilliant big black mouth and?
Lengths of pines that route the river through
Through and through"
Fashion ballrooms of the leaves
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
They said, "Paint me that arm
That lies directly over mountains
Where the glaciers climb so tall.
One absent of the scars passing boats and ships and oars
Tend to leave, the veins will be the tributaries.
With all the sounds of the ocean. "
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
Silver bells that line the way
Through baited trails.
We'll find you there
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