Commodore

Fresh tracks in the snow pass within a hundred feet of my tent

Took a bus just to get some inspiration

Road to success

I went from station to station to station

For seven hours just to get some rest

My head was so full of anger

But I could not find a voice to speak

I got myself so hungry

But I could not eat

Ooh

I want love and a commodore

And a photograph of you

I want love and a commodore

Wrapped in chrome blue

And here comes the night, I don't want it

There goes the air, I don't care

And I hear from the tide

That you changed your hair, hair, hair

Uh-oh-oh

Ooh

Moving in the same direction

We're all ghosts on the midline

In our little midnight reverie

I'll hold your hand if you hold mine

Some sweet cold anonymity

Now I'm swaying with the bar carriage

Nobody speak or see or touch me

What a beautiful marriage

I guess you lost your crutch

Ooh

I want love and a commodore

And a photograph of you

I want love and a commodore

Wrapped in chrome blue

And here comes the night, I don't want it

There goes the air, I don't care

And I hear from the tide

That you changed your hair, hair, hair

Uh-oh-oh

Ooh

I want love and a commodore

And a photograph of you

I want love and a commodore

Wrapped in chrome blue

And here comes the night, I don't want it

There goes the air, I don't care

And I hear from the tide

That you changed your hair, hair, hair

Uh-oh-oh

Finally, a giant animal