Just From Chevron - Dirty Projectors

Where she collapses into the shore

Pump her like product and ask her for more

There a man lay dying in ice

Gasket had busted and pinned him like a vice

As the sun sank into ripples

A friend knelt and listened

To his dying words as he froze

Tell my love don't mourn too intense

I'm going down to her great good expense

Now all the air is quiet and still

Wish I was back home in the mill of the hill

Don't think I won't try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive

I swear I will survive

All of my friends my enemies too

Live in the shadows of the dirtiest few

Burns the land and it's paper to ruin

While winds always whistling an infinite tune

Don't think I won't try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive

I swear I will be alive

Don't think I won't try

When I close my eyes

Whatever the people will drive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

I swear I will be alive

"Now so long " he whispered softly

Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey

When the workers cleaned up the spill

Sent the man home to his mill in the hill