Once Fishing Was A Rabbit's Foot-- O

I Was Overcome With An Attack Of Pathological Enthusiasm.

If Youth Is A Defect, It Is One We Outgrow Too Soon.

Their Monument Sticks Like A Fishbone In The City's Throat.

We Feel The Machine Slipping From Our Hands As If Someone Else Were Steering; If We See Light At The End Of The Tunnel, It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.

It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.