Cigarettes and gasoline Morning seas they call to me I'm pulling line in the early light Being seventeen Good things Good things Far away from the painted doors In the town where I was born Where my heroes came before me And the crowds called out for more Good things Good things I am trolling the ocean for the soul of my father Heavy sand kicks water and makes it like a ghost He's waiting for me He's waiting for me Holding in and letting go Freezing hands and coffee burns Steering straight in a heavy tide All these things I've learned Good things Good things I am trolling the ocean for the soul of my father Heavy sand kicks water and makes it like a ghost He's waiting for me He's waiting for me Cigarettes and gasoline Morning seas they call to me I'm pulling line in the early light Being seventeen Good things Good things
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