Roaring 40's

Humble me as if I were ten
Unfulfilled dreams and captains
In a distorted reverie I made out her call
The vastest desert of them all

Drawn, shiny calm, to your mystery
I wanted revenge
But so, so did she

"I am the eldest of three sisters
Born down around the roaring forties
I have been sent to be your mistress
Young man you're coming down with me"

So I recited from my rut, still undecided in my gut
How I wish, it was enough for me - the love of a family

"We could so easily enjoy you
And easier we could destroy you
Me and my sisters never age
Me and my sisters rage"

Ok, lord grant us a daughter of our own
We'd name her fire, because the water is worn