my ship has sailed out to the bay with barnegat lighthouse guiding me yeah, barnegat lighthouse is guiding me, lord lord little tugboat meeting me halfway yeah there's a little tugboat meeting me halfway the windmill's turning when the breeze does blow that salty air coming off the shore the salty air's coming off the shore, lord lord and through the trees the sunshine sweetly pours yeah, through the trees the sunshine sweetly pours now if i die before i wake i pray the current my loving soul to take yeah, i pray the current my loving soul to take, lord lord i'll wash up on the shore when the waves do break yeah i'll wash up on the shore when the waves do break my ship has sailed out to the bay with barnegat lighthouse guiding me yeah, barnegat lighthouse is guiding me, lord lord little tugboat meeting me halfway yeah there's a little tugboat meeting me halfway

binding to your crucifix, you've got no cross to bare as we whisper through the drywall, crying nothing but despair i can see you in the garden with a flower in your hair some time ago remember me my darling like a sailor to the land as the apple that you've stolen from the branches of my hands when i'm cut in two and tossed upon the ground on which you stand, you'll be alone and riddled now with weariness, you're growing overtired of the stem and of the blossom of the apple you've desired and hibernating, dream of all the wealth that you've acquired all winter long and waking, you'll be lucky if the sermon you've prepared (the soliloquies of serpents serve disease in ragged pairs) can buy us back our love before you no longer seem to care that you were wrong as an apple in your hand is worth at least two in the bush we're sharing now this sovereign where the lost would never look and if we're counted on to write it down in some forgotten book we'll watch our backs and tell the tale of lovers in the garden that we know naked as the daytime all among the fallen snow as we were dreaming of temptation, the adults got up to go cover their tracks

the smell of rain a sunny day dripping home to you mushroom clouds through telephones are calling two by two to answer in the dead of night, and laid away in graves of light, we'll sleep until tomorrow afternoon and morning does it feel alright, that swallowed sorrow with delight is shifting in your stomach stormy soon sp spectacled and starry-eyed my harlequin does go with hollowed hearts and thorned sides my love and i will know the lengths the sunshine branches reach and mermaids singing each to each dressed in gowns and drowning in the snow and there upon the frozen beach, my love, it's you i do beseech you dive beneath the water's waning glow through dial tones and lazy love, our last lament is nigh but ocean breathing babies boasting damsels on the sly, composing letters in a dream, whose clothes are torn and only seams, are whispering a final, sweet goodbye as if they'd never ever mean to be so freely on the wing so kiss me once again before we die

i am a little window bug laughing in my little window sun and i try to make the most of what i got and what i don't and baby i'm in love with everyone i am a little rocking horse rocking quiet back and forth and i try to make the most of what i got and what i don't and i love you of course of course of course of course of course of course i am a little robin in my nest my eggs are blue and red's my breast and i try to make the most of what i got and what i don't and baby you're the one i love the best she's hiding in the hyacinths, her hips in the hibiscus she says that if i fight for her, she'd gladly be my missus but i'll bet she says that all the time to every blue-eyed soul and saving saddened sentiments for little baby elephants she exposes every magic trick but i don't have to be told that the rabbit was already in that hole but if i know anything about myself, then i'm probably already gone but it's not as bad as it seems, a body run by histamine all we ever do is sing songs like paul mccartney let it be, let it be

dance little darling through the spoils of war and the toils of tomorrow if you know what they're for yes and drink up the daisies you've grown underground in your flowerpot caskets of torn wedding gowns while your body's a bastard of innocent stuff, you're tongue's just a temptress that was lost in the flood that has claimed quiet lives of sick rocking horse boys who've drowned all their sorrows in your vacuum of noise so sing solitary the psalms that you've buried that, exhumed by the barely negotiable Mary, do pray to your god that there's something better than this on varicose highways, we've quickly forgotten the secrets once shared and just how far we got then down the veins of our roadmap marked guilty with pushpins and sewn back together with thread needle cushions, but bound to front porches like bones bind to marrow we're tethered together, just whispers to sparrows so silent like parking lots at 3:45 and though the light's on in the storefront, there's nothing inside so motion to morning with the words we were forming that prophesize soaring and irrevocable warning: that if you do get betrayed, then at least you are promised a kiss snow globe it's been misty since midnight from all the pouring rain shooting out the streetlights till the sun comes out again your little hands and mine will steal the stars drifting down a river that i could not control i've long since lost the engine, but i got a ferry to pole i'll gladly bring you across – it won't cost too much there's one leaf on the tree now and the candles aren't real you can't extinguish something that the spider had to steal but it's alright, we'll sleep tonight i've never been to england, but i think i'd like to go i've never been to paris, but i'd like it there, i know i've never been in love with you but i'd like that too