The Carburetor and the Steam Engine

like any port in a storm

when i'm talking to you

or any fish in a bowl

when we're in the same room,

i wanna live in the sea,

but I wanna step on the sand

I wanna warm my feet in a sinking chair.

I wanna feel that karma comin' in my veins

I wanna know what it's like to make mistakes again

I wanna hear you tell me all i've been thinkin'

and the pain it don't sting, like before

and you know our home it ain't quite. what it was before

well what's the sense I mean,

in what's the sense I mean?

I know everybody wants to keep their records clean

but their tellin' lies when they say their good

if I could save us all and burn it down I would

but this fire it don't crawl, like before

and you know the river, well it can't hold, everybody's sin

no

well you know The Carburetor and the Steam Engine had their time, and it seems though, we've had ours.