Under the bridge fires punctuate the darkness
Salvaged my mast from a fire sale in queens
The city blows up, trembling in the water
And I holler, innocent and free

Floating downstream, somewhere in indiana
Counting the silos and singing la marseillaise
Stealing corn and weaving wild flowers
Into a sail that’s bigger than the sun

Trucks and chains and tires rusting on the shore
Sun-kissed slashes I steer right past
Mistook your rockets for fireworks and flares
I guess the hunt is on, tracers mark the bullseye

Forever westward, forever expanding
Armadas armed with waterguns and mirrors
The crowd is cheering, throwing neon streamers
And we holler, innocent and free