It's a constant struggle getting up that hill.
There's a change of God every day.
When you're clanging on to a driftwood boat,
you pray a great white whale might come your
way.
On a freeway to traffic and a frozen north,
there's a chain-link fence full of burbs.
And when a hawk would blow that inner cannon bait,
you'll be rolling through the beds of lots for work.
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hawk,
can you tell me where I can catch a ride out of here?
Hey, hey,
hey,
hawk,
horse,
I say,
you gotta stand up straight when you ride that whale.
Whale.
In a crumbling city we were trapped for days
with a broken sun above the clouds.
Hawk like Jonah fought a phantom's down and sat on the wall said,
hope allowed.
All the cryptic symbols carved on bone
from afar crossed from a tattered rose.
And when the boys in Reagan caught the wind,
we were wanking and just whistling over.
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hawk,
can you tell me where I can catch a ride out of here?
Hey, hey, hey, hawk, horse, I say,
you gotta stand up straight when you ride that whale.
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hawk,
horse,
I say,
you gotta stand up straight when you ride that whale.
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hawk,
can you tell me where I can catch a ride out of here?
Hey,
hey,
hey,
hawk,
horse,
I say,
you gotta stand up straight when you ride that whale.