The past welded shut like a shipwreck
Buttoned up with a cravat and a handkerchief
With the eyes of a gambler
Gleaming with the eyes of a gambler
The steam rises up from the folks crammed together
In the decks below pressed up next to the engine
Made from powerful steel
She was holding on for dear life dearest in her belly
Kicking and prancing like a parade marshal
She was holding on
The past lies scattered shredded and tangled
Architecture compromised and blueprints mangled
A scrap of flag flailing in the wind
And what of the spring coming sure as the snow
Will shift from the mountains to the reservoir
And what of the future?
Tell me - what of the future?
She was holding on for dear life dearest in her belly
Shouting to be heard above the din
She was holding on - for - dear - life
Where did you come from and where are you headed?
Lifeboat sailing out on the desert
Funny how the words get stuck in your throat
Everybody out here on this lifeboat
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