“Well, I’d rather dress a wolf,” you said “Well, I’d rather floss his teeth,” I said We fought till the ferry was full And that wolf was dead
“Ship’s ahoy” and we’re out of the car Under howling winds and skies of lead We might as well have been crossing the ocean Except this ocean is dead
There’s a smudge of moon over Glenora Ferry spotlight’s on the ice ahead And over your shoulder And through the snowflakes there’s an aloneness Aloneness Aloneness as dead As dead as that ocean is dead And that ocean is dead.
Back under the glow of the interior light Blowing hard into my hands I said, “Let’s leave this boat to the snowflakes To the aloneness” Aloneness Aloneness as dead As dead as that ocean is dead And that ocean is dead
