Out of gasoline to recover
The boiler man's out of steam
But my ship's gotta float no matter what the tides bring
Strawberries in chocolate after my knee was scrapped
Sound the church bell cause we're going home

Minnesota's just over the hill
Pint breath against stainless steel
A shake from Mickey's for a young sprout
A memory fades to boiling doubt
I'll reach for where the sun points
And run out of soil, one less coin I see
On this trail I'll bruise and bleed
But I'm done with that fear and I won't be long