"To The Dogs Or Whoever" 

Deep in the belly of a whale I found her

Down with the deep blue jail around her

Running her hands through the ribs of the dark

Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc

I love the way she looks in her underwear

I lose my page then the book then the plot then I swear

She makes the most of her time by loving me plenty

She knows there'll come a day when we won't be getting any

The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea

Through the wreck of a brass band I though I could see her

In a cakewalk she came through the dead and the lame

Just another bird floating on a hurricane

I was flat on my back with my feet in the thorns

I was in between the apples and the chloroform

She came to me often, I was sure I was dying

It was always hard to tell if she was laughing or crying

I thought I heard somebody calling

In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

Joan never cared about the in-betweens

Combed her hair with a blade did the Maid of Orleans

Said Christ walked on water we can wade through the war

You don't need to tell me who the fire is for

Oh bring me the love that can sweeten a sword

A boat that can love the rocks or the shore

The love of the iceberg reaching out for a wreck

Can you love me like the crosses love the nape of the neck?

Was it Casey Jones or Casey at the Bat

Who died out of pride and got famous for that

Killed by a swerve laid low by the curve

Do you ever think they ever thought they got what they deserved

Don't pity the bullet, but pity the man

Who both find their place in the same sad plan

Who both are like the barrel going over the falls

Crying all the way down I never asked to be involved

I thought I heard somebody calling

In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

General George began the day by taking pink little pills

Sent his men to the top of some hell of a hill

Through the whisper of trees came artillery breeze

He said I love the way the wind comes a'tickling my knees

Jane shot the apple right between the eyes

I was thinking of her when you came outside

Lemonade on your breath sun in your hair

Did I mention how I love you in your underwear?

Deep in the belly of a whale I found her

Down with the deep blue jail around her

Running her hands through the ribs of the dark

Florence and Calamity and Joan of Arc

I thought I heard somebody calling

In the dark I thought I heard somebody call

Nice metaphor; stars and northern lights, the other girls, the girl he's talking to...