And The Hazy Sea Do you know how many cities had been built On the mainland and the trains there How they'd glide over the marshes and the hazy sea
Carrying business men in starched collar shirts Who peered out windows that would fog Faster than you could wipe them, man
Why are there mountains Then the last fire dies We rebuild with foundations Set just slightly higher
On compacted ash and bone Spiralling skyward at the GWB
Will you take the wheel for a while I'm suddenly real tired
We two running our course Your summer version Was so fresh and fertile emerald green The wind in your hair Like wind Russian through the canopy And I was green too with robust fucked envy
And the way suspension bridges shake When you're stopped behind trucks Sailing into 1999