When the iceberg hit,

Oh they must have known,

God moves on the water

Like Casey Jones.



So I walked downtown

On my telephone,

And took a lazy turn

Through the redeye zone.



It was a five-band bill,

A two-dollar show.

I saw the van out in front

From Idaho,



And the girl passed out

In the backseat trash.

There were no way they'd make

Even a half a tank of gas.



They looked sick and stoned

And strangely dressed.

No one showed

From the local press.



But I watched them walk

Through the bottom land,

And I wished that I played

In a rock