See how the main sail sets
It was half a second and I was halfway down
Where you kiss the ass that I've exposed to you
I was young and at home in bed
But this is the worst trip I've ever been on
Well, I hear my father fall and I hear my mother call
At the brass rail, a fall-down drunk
When it's time to go and so I should too
In the way I had planned
(In the way I had planned)
(See how the main sail sets)
In the way I had planned
(Hoist up the John B. sail)
While stupidly I lingered on
Do you think I wanted to turn back around
And teach a class
(With a book in each hand)
Hoist up the John B. sail
And so I fly into the brightest winter sun
And at the funeral the university
I was breaking in a case of suds
I tried to make my breathing stop, my heart beat slow
With his tongue torn out
And I wanna go home
And I wanna go home
I'm sorry to go, I loved you all so
With a book in each hand
The year of 1972
(Hoist up the John B. sail)
Live and love
So I'd like to start this one off by saying
So when my mom and John came in I would be cold
I was impressionable, I was upsettable
Other wise men know
I'm stripped down to move on
Cried at three poems they'd present in place of a broken me
And it was memorable
I've folded my heart in my head
And his balls removed
And I hear the others all whispering, come home
So hoist up the John B. sail
Broke my bones and skull
Of this frozen town
I feel so broke up
I've folded my heart in my head
With a book in my hand
(See how the main sail sets)
And I knew that my last lines were gone
And thirty-one
See how the main sail sets
And I was hanging on the words some poem said
My friends, I'm gone
From a bridge on Washington Avenue
Well, this is the worst trip I've ever been on
