I found a book in a washed up ship
Reading the notes the captain stitched
Inside his suit of dust I wait as the waves
Carry me back to shore

My neighbor Miss Lorraine commands
The town's attention when she wants
She has a way of making everyone she meets
Feel lost and alone with no direction home

There's a bad accident on the interstate
A snake of engine oil reaches out

The fire inside my soul is nearly flickered out
So I order another round

Sliding into the sea
With cynicism and rum
Watching Miss Lorraine
Smoking alone with the moon