Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune, Bird fly high by the light of the moon, Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman Standing on the waters casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist, You were born

Sail on honey, good times never felt so good Sail on ooo honey Sail on down the line 'bout-a half-a mile or so, And-a don't really wanna know-a where you're goin' Maybe once or twice, you see, time after time I tried-a to, to hold on to what we got,

Girl, don't go away mad Girl, just go away That's alright, that's okay We were walkin' through some youth We could sail away Or catch a freight train Or a rocket ship into outer space Nothin' left to do Too many things were said

When love comes to town I'm gonna catch that flame Maybe I was wrong to ever let you down But I did what I did before love came to town When love comes to town I'm gonna jump that train I was a sailor, I was lost at sea I was under the waves Before love

Around the Cutty Sark Two in the morning, dry-dock town The river rolls in the night Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down She quivers in the wind and the light Yeah, and a sailing ship is just held down in chains From the lazy days of sail She's just

My heart retires far early Away these foreign lands She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye A gold breath on a wire A sing soft sail in the other room A red hot cleansing fire My cold feet warm in a straight line Dancing Spanish Hands She's a yellow girl,

Blame it on my A-D-D baby Sail, sail, sail Sail, sail, This is how I show my love I made it in my mind because This is how an angel dies Blame it on my own sick pride

Is beating like a drum No never will I roam For I know my place is home Where the ocean meets the sky I'll be sailing With the words I love you Rolling off my tongue Oh, the rhythm of my heart Light it up

Don't leave no smell on me I'll be that person 'till my dying day I try so awful hard but I can't change My cold, cold sailor heart says, "Get on your way." I ain't too proud to say it but that's how I'm made From runways to the road I ramble alone This

Go down you Blood Red Roses Go down you pinks and posies Sailing out of Boston one hundred days at sea On the good ship Bonadventure, a'whaling men are we We set sail for the Cape Horn, where the seas are cold as ice The wind will bite right through you