He lives in a world of rockets and dead clams
He flies but goes fishing often
He lives in a world of digital demands
He tries but can’t find a daughter
Once upon a time he used his heart
It got him wrapped around a tree
Such cold, cold walls for such a warm, warm mistake
He said goodbye and blessed be
Now it’s whips and chains and haircuts
Tinctures of manmade joy
And then it’s gone like a picture never thrown out
The lens only destroys
He lives in a world of rockets and dead clams
He flies but goes fishing often
He lives in a world of digital demands
He tries but can’t find a coffin