Cigarettes And Gasoline - Emerson Hart

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