Like any port in a storm When i'm talking to you Or any fish in a bowl When we're in the same room, I wanna live in the sea, But I wanna step on the sand I wanna warm my feet in a sinking chair. I wanna feel that karma comin' in my veins I wanna know what it's like to make mistakes again I wanna hear you tell me all i've been thinkin' And the pain it don't sting, like before And you know our home it ain't quite. what it was before Well what's the sense I mean, In what's the sense I mean? I know everybody wants to keep their records clean But their tellin' lies when they say their good If I could save us all and burn it down I would But this fire it don't crawl, like before And you know the river, well it can't hold, everybody's sin No Well you know The Carburetor and the Steam Engine had their time, and it seems though, we've had ours.