(Brooker) 



The search is over, the battle done 

The fish is beaten, the angler's won 

But simple stories make longer tales 

No consolation if he had failed 



Through wind and desert, Blackberry Hole 

Coyote and rattler had made him old 

No it ain't easy, it's on the borderline 

Between health and madness, the way he bides his time 



Fin to fin in every log-jam 

This is where they lie 

The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black 

They're eye-to-eye 

My oh my what fun to be on your own 



Down foaming rapids into the deep black hole 

Through thorns and rockslides for to reach his goal 

And golden chances, he let them slip away 

Or was he waiting for the Judgement Day? 



They really nailed 'em on the deadline 

This is where they lie 

Where the water's fast, the current's strong, their eye-to-eye 

My oh my what fun to be on your own 



But on the thirteenth morning when the sun was high 

he tricked that steelhead and saw the line go tight 

Two spirits fighting, two creatures bold 

Bad luck and trouble had finally lost their hold 



Fin to fin in every log-jam 

This is where they lie 

The Deschutes is hot, the bottom's black 

They're eye-to-eye 

I see why he spend his time on his own