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