The tiger that waits on the banks of the river   The young dream of her that can never deliver   The memory of pain so you'll never forgive her   And never go home again.      It's the fire that you get rubbing two sticks together   When you first learn that fire won't last forever   The quill of your pen when you're writing a letter   That you know you'll never send.      Well I hope that you find what you're looking for   But I won't be 'round to see it.   And I hope that you find who you're looking for   But I won't be 'round to see it.      There's a boot (?) here that's under your chin   That says you ain't never gonna win   And you wish you were dreaming    But you know the nightmare's still there when you wake up again.      Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.   Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.      There's the whispering tombstone that roars like the thunder   The last breath you breathe right before you go under   It's the eyes of the child when they're flashing with wonder   And right when you take it away.      Well I hope when you find what you're looking for   That you're not too blind to see it.   And I hope when they open your prison cell   That you're not too afraid to flee it.      There's a boot (?) here that's under your chin   That says you ain't never gonna win   And you wish you were dreaming    But you know the nightmare's still there when you wake up again.      Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.   Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.   Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.   Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah.