Cigarettes and gasolinenMorning seas they call to menI'm pulling line in the early lightnBeing seventeennGood thingsnGood thingsnnFar away from the painted doorsnIn the town where I was bornnWhere my heroes came before menAnd the crowds called out for morenGood thingsnGood thingsnnI am trolling the ocean for the soul of my fathernHeavy sand kicks water and makes it like a ghostnHe's waiting for menHe's waiting for mennHolding in and letting gonFreezing hands and coffee burnsnSteering straight in a heavy tidenAll these things I've learnednGood thingsnGood thingsnnI am trolling the ocean for the soul of my fathernHeavy sand kicks water and makes it like a ghostnHe's waiting for menHe's waiting for mennCigarettes and gasolinenMorning seas they call to menI'm pulling line in the early lightnBeing seventeennGood thingsnGood things