Calumet, how far can you get on just one tank of gas?
just enough to get you out of town?
it might be for the best, but i ain't sure at all
when a road map looks like veins across your arm
that travel distance away from the heart
just to find the air is thin out by the brain
you stayed up all night smoking cigarettes till dawn
and wondered if you're coming back again
cast again, into the ocean with the salt and all the fish
building ships inside your head without a mast
all of the birthmarks we connected on your back
we're finding fishhooks that were buried in your leg
they cause infection that travels to your heart
leaving bubbles in your blood and in your brain
it's getting dark now, but i ain't scared of death
because there's something in the afterlife my friend