Far From The Fishes

In the Spring I lost my mother
So I went out to find another
I found in the dirty part of town
A girl who could waste some time
In the Winter I lost another
So I went out to find my source
Hoping I could find some permanence
Fearing I would find discord
Found myself on the dirty river
Drifting along, trolling my hand
Trying to find my long lost brothers
Far from the fishes
Far from the fishes
I caught in the dirty water
A glassy-eyed elder sole
I stared into his dim mouth
Into my salty past
He said: "Don't look back
Mother sea will swallow you whole
March on! into the sun."
Far from the fishes
Far from the fishes