In The Deck Of The American Boat
Ride Up The Rivers Of The Modern Age
Passing The Divergent Tributaries
Where Isolated Villages Sit Still
Waiting For The Fortunes Of The Tides
To Bring In The Metal Fishes
Of The American Highway
And One Day I'll Catch A Ride
On The Back Of A Boat
Who's Sails Will Lead Me
To The Next Town
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