Fisherman's Blues

I wish I was a fisherman, tumblin' on the seas
Far away from dry land and it's bitter memories
Casting out my sweet line with abandonment and love
No ceiling bearin' down on me, save the starry sky above
With light in my head
You in my arms
I wish I was the brakeman on a hurtlin' fevered train
Crashing a-headlong into the heartland like a cannon in the rain
With the beating of the sleepers and the burnin' of the coal
Counting the towns flashing by in a night that's full of soul
With light in my head
You in my arms
Tomorrow, I will be loosened from bonds that hold me fast
That the chains all hung around me will fall away at last
And on that fine and fateful day, I will take thee in my hands
I will ride on the train, I will be the fisherman
With light in my head
You in my arms
Light in my head
You in my arms
Light in my head
You
Light in my head
You in my arms
Light in my head
[Incomprehensible]