Where to Now St. Peter?
I took myself a blue canoe
And I floated like a leaf
Dazzling, dancing
Half enchanted
In my Merlin sleep
Crazy was the feeling
Restless were my eyes
Insane they took the paddles
My arms they paralyzed
So where to now St. Peter
If its true Im in your hands
I may not be a Christian
But Ive done all one man can
I understand Im on the road
Where all that was is gone
So where to now St. Peter
Show me which road Im on
Which road Im on
It took a sweet young foreign gun
This lazy life is short
Something for nothing always ending
With a bad report
Dirty was the daybreak
Sudden was the change
In such a silent place as this
Beyond the rifle range
I took myself a blue canoe
