All my daydreams are disasters

She's the one think I love

Rivers burn then run backwards

For her, that's enough



They all come from New York City

They woke me up at dawn

She walked with me to the fountain

She held onto my arm



Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid

Shake my baby and please bring her back

'Cause death won't even be still, caroms over the landfill

Buries us all in its broken back



There's a man of conviction

And although he's getting old

Mr. Browning has a prediction

And we've all been told



So come on back from New York City

Roll your trucks in at dawn

Walk with me to the fountain

And hold onto my arm



Come on, do what you did, roll me under New Madrid

Shake my baby and please bring her back

'Cause death won't even be still, caroms over the landfill

Buries us all in its broken back