The wind on my face, I’ve got a fresh pack of cigarettes.nBelow the rocks we've got a tent.nBring the alcoholnby 2am, we're gonenthe night is calling me.nnAll the things we carryndown to Chandler's FerrynAll the things we carryndown to Chandler's FerrynnThe Water is warm nI think I see an openingnThe night draws nearnit brings the lantern to life.nnA brown haired girlnsitting beneath the treesnon here knees.nA brown haired girlnsitting beneath the treesnon here knees.nnDown to the rampnwe've got a rodnand some fishing line. nnWhen off in the distance we see a lightnand you turned to menand said it appeared to benthe army corps of engineers.nnThe many attempts we madento run for cover, you're secret lover.nnAll the things we carryndown to Chandler's FerrynAll the things we carryndown to Chandler's FerrynnAnd when we awokenThe tent we could not foldnbecause it was too cold.nnThe smell of beer piercing the nosenbetween my eyes.nnThen we made a break for the carnIt's not that farnA statement soon to be provednanything but the truth. nnAnd all the gear, I had to carry.nnOn my....way home.