I'm leaving
St. Paul with alcohol
fresh on my lips.
I'm heading
where the hippie girls live,
cable cars still exist.
A wanderer's curse.
It's a hopeless plight, you see.
I'm telling you
this seach may inevitably break me.
Oh, I'm leaving
St. Paul with alcohol
fresh on my lips.
I'm heading
where the fog never lifts,
ports welcome in ships.
But that's not even
the entire point, you see.
I'm telling you
this search may inevitably break me
or in fact rejuvenate me.
Either way I'll be on to something.
Something I wasn't on to before.
Oh, something I wasn't on to before.
Oh, something.
I'm leaving
St. Paul with alcohol
fresh on my lips.
I'm heading
to where the hippie girls live,
cable cars still exist.
A wanderer's curse.
It's a hopeless plight, you see.
I'm telling you.
I'm begging you.
I'm absolutely certain this search
may inevitably break me.
Oh, I'm leaving.

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