Lyrics: Ken Stringfellow
Music: Ken Stringfellow
Come home you ships at sea; radio the mainland
The water's black as oil, there's a squall line off the Grand Banks
There ain't no light to get you sailors safely home inside an unreflective night
Come on, old Saugerties, give up all your ghosts now
You've had two centuries to tithe away the bad years
There ain't no vibe that's coming off the railroad at this time
There ain't nothing on those tracks
Come on you history buffs, play the βwait and seeβ card
The seasons carve our bodies, they age us as they go by
I cling to you, you cling to me, together we're unsteady but not without charm
I could never decide if I was lonely or lucky
Stuck like a monkey on the Rock of Gibraltar
Waiting for evolution to make me appealing
I could be anybody from a future I could be proud of
Come home you phantom limbs marching on the ramparts
Photos of your funerals finally fill the front lines
A rocket's glare
Illuminations of the unending gaze of God's empty stare
Come home you phantom limbs, the history buffs are waiting
I could never decide if I was lonely or lucky
Stuck like a monkey on the Rock of Gibraltar
Waiting for evolution to make me appealing
I could be anybody from a future I could be proud of
I could never decide if we were lonely or lucky
Clinging like monkeys to our Rock of Gibraltar
Waiting for evolution to make us appealing
We could be anybody from a future we could be proud of
Come home you phantom limbs, the history buffs are waiting