Future Perfect Tense - Sweet Billy Pilgrim

Friend — rouse yourself

Cause the tide has carried me away

There are fraying and knotted ropes for me to blame

But we know better

Why I am all at sea again

So much for California

So long to everything

Friend — as the mercury blooms

So cold inside my chest

Tell my kin of a noble death upon the waves

Beyond all salvage

Barely worth the life and limb

So much for California

I lost my way again

Like an empty promise

A sail becomes a shroud

And the sky is falling down