Just From Chevron Where she collapses into the shore Pump a light bottle down, ask her for more There a man lay dying in ice Gasket had busted out Pinned him like a vice As the sun sank into response A friend knelt down, listened, to his dying words as he froze
Tell my love, don't mourn too intense I'm going down to her, great good expense Now the air is quiet and still Wish I was back home in the knell of the hill Don't think I won't try When I close my eyes Whatever the people will drive, That's what I will survive
All of my friends, My enemies too, Live in the shadows of the dirtiest fuel
Burns the land and its paper to ruin While wind's always whistling an infinite tune
Don't think I won't try When I close my eyes Whatever the people will drive That's where I will be live Don't think I won't try When I close my eyes Whatever the people will drive That's where I will be live That's where I will be live.
Now so long, he whispered softly Closing his eyelids with his face furning grey When the workers cleaned up the spill Sent the man home to his knell in the hill