'Nother state on a Crater Lake
An banjo lets the Cosmo's speak
Some say it was fate, but it's getting kinda late
And the Tito's is doing all my talking for me
So I walked the Cape for seventeen nights
And I met every hooligan down the coast of Carolina
And I got my kicks from the smoke and the lines
And I tore it to the ground just to see if it would shine
I was out of my head
Immaterial out in Babylon
Words and love just pasted on the wall
And I just wanted to ramble on