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