In my mind's eye a plantation

In the clearing is a platform station

Into the frontline is how I'm coming

They say in war all is fair
I am headed to the fields
In spite of my condition
Whatever you thought
You know I told you
That I couldn't stop

Through the desert out to the sea
Weather-beaten through all four seasons

There is love in my creation

I've come back for all the right reason

That ain't your castle

You're not a queen
That isn't yours
You're so busy there protecting

All this beauty's sticky sweet

This naughty world is due for a good deed

Give me your poor tired huddled masses

Bring me the head of a mule and my glasses

Sing that lonesome high melody

Rumble young man but rumble behind me