Cigarettes and gasoline

Morning seas they call to me

I'm pulling line in the early light

Being seventeen

Good things

Good things



Far away from the painted doors

In the town where I was born

Where my heroes came before me

And the crowds called out for more

Good things

Good things



I am trolling the ocean for the soul of my father

Heavy sand kicks water and makes it like a ghost

He's waiting for me

He's waiting for me



Holding in and letting go

Freezing hands and coffee burns

Steering straight in a heavy tide

All these things I've learned

Good things

Good things



I am trolling the ocean for the soul of my father

Heavy sand kicks water and makes it like a ghost

He's waiting for me

He's waiting for me



Cigarettes and gasoline

Morning seas they call to me

I'm pulling line in the early light

Being seventeen

Good things

Good things