Captain of your big ship with three fingers in the sea &
You leave your ship to go fishing on a smaller boat with me &
You criticize my ponytail from beneath your feathered hat
As we slink along the side-streams in our search for trout & bass.
But you live in this world, live in this world.
So What? I’m not of this world.
Captain of the high-seas with three feathers in your hat
Drawing up a pale green flag along a wooden mast
And you greet with me with a handshake and you greet me with a pearl
And you tell me bout your time last night down underdeck with a girl.
But you live in this world, live in this world.
So What? I’m not of this world!
Take it now or leave it cause my ship is moving on
Cause the muscled men are ready & the land-walkers are all gone & the
Stars are most auspicious & the pale green flag is hung, then
You send a boy to tell me that I really don’t turn you on.
But you live in this world, live in this world.
So What? I’m not of this world!
Did I say or did I not say that I am a man & that
You & I have been brothers since the clutch of time began? & that
You & I have been captains & our ships have crossed before
But now all the stars have crossed & you don’t recognize me no more.