Calumet, how far can you get on just one tank of gas?   just enough to get you out of town?   it might be for the best, but i ain't sure at all   when a road map looks like veins across your arm   that travel distance away from the heart   just to find the air is thin out by the brain   you stayed up all night smoking cigarettes till dawn   and wondered if you're coming back again      cast again, into the ocean with the salt and all the fish   building ships inside your head without a mast   all of the birthmarks we connected on your back   we're finding fishhooks that were buried in your leg   they cause infection that travels to your heart   leaving bubbles in your blood and in your brain   it's getting dark now, but i ain't scared of death   because there's something in the afterlife my friend