I took myself a blue canoe
And I floated like a leaf
Dazzling, dancing,
I
up and shunted
In my merlin sleep
Crazy was the feeling
The rest were my eyes
And saying they took the paddles
My arms,
they paralyzed
So
where to now, St. Peter?
If it's true I'm in your hands
I may not be a Christian But I done no one mine can
I've had a stand on the road Where all that was is gone
So where to now,
St. Peter?
Tell me which road I'm on
Which road I'm on
Sweet young foreign gun
This
lazy life is sure
Wasn't for nothing Always ending
Without that report
Dirty was the daybreak
Sudden was the change
In such a silent place as this Beyond the rifle range
So
where to now, St. Peter?
If it's true I'm in your hands
I may not be a Christian But I done no one mine can
I've had a stand on the road Where all that was is gone
So where to now, St. Peter?
Show me
which road I'm on
Which road I'm on
I took myself a blue canoe
I took myself a blue canoe I took myself a blue canoe