I haven't been to Athens although I've read the book

I never owned a palace, at times I tried to look

Daydream in my class; reckon up I'd finish last

I sealed my wheel of fortune when I was what I am

I wore my favourite sandals, I ate the food I can

One long piercing glance; enough to break a severed lance

Two upon a ruined tower, a musty palisade

Sliding trucks by Laural Canyon, hey!

Slipping south, open mouth, wave a flag

That greyhound train is bustling forward

I can't construct a line

The bridge that runs between a tunnel shout!

I am here, shaking fear, look and learn

I brought what I could but I have no-one and so I'm denied

I show what I should but the rest of me:

Well I could be in Jamaica, in Thailand or maybe the floor

Nothing could be finer say

I bake my nose in the sun

Stretched in South Carolina bay

The Three Legged Table is One

This town was detached but I rode around

I never was scratched

I planned all the news and the masquerade

For my persistence resistance is chosen and war has ensued

Nothing else could be finer say

I bake my nose in the sun

Stretched in South Carolina bay

The Three Legged Table is One