Breeze on through the hard part

I found a simple evening station

Curled up feeling fetal

While a side of beef is roasting

Sailing calmly forward

Firing up my shade for morning

Shuffle through the turnstile

Or kick back with the low tide

Kick back with the low tide

Far less complex this time

And finding shortcuts to the water

But how come only last year

You could hold your tune much further

Further than the Last Post

Firing up my shade for morning

Shuffle through the turnstile

Simmer down the ...fire

You'll never catch me alive, said me

My field beats your pasture

Come to terms

You fucking bigot

You made assumptions blinded

And now you're stumped, consumed and beaten

Save your strength for morning, my friend

I'm sailing calmly forward

Sailing calmly forward

You'll never catch me alive, said me

My plot beats your pastures

Come to terms

You fucking bigot

Fucking bigot

You'll never catch me alive, said me

You'll never catch me alive, said me

Said me