Stars and Bullet Holes

Along the west coast of a modern land, I anchored my boat in the gloom... Anxious, I walked up the steep rolling hills in the fog – In the light of the moon. Welcome travelers from Sacramento to San Francisco! Passing by miners digging for gold and silver all through the night... Fishermen, fishing for Dungeness crabs – or anything else that might bite. One of the miners hands me a strange dark rock and says, "It's all right." I turn around from this kind old man and notice a flame fierce and bright... Standing, now on top of a hill my neck skin crawls and I feel a chill – Cause at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking! Is this the end?! I wonder as I run – running faster than anyone! No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down! I'll find my own way in this prodigious town! Nothing to rescue – it's far too late – I realize as I get close, Stopping to catch my breath outside old Victorian homes. I don't have a boat to sail with no more – I guess I just have to walk... I'm heading south, crossing a giant bridge sturdy as a rock. But at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking! It's not the end! Determined, as I stroll – Head held high, I will never fall! No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down! I'll find my own way in this prodigious town! I hear bullet shots and wild horses escape away from the mainland and into the lake... And as I run towards an abandoned saloon, I notice a graveyard for hot air balloons. One has a wicker basket good as new – Another an envelope with twigs sticking through. A small sewing job now and this bag's complete – The only thing lacking is a source of heat. I check my pockets quietly, but all I have is that rock. I smash it in anger – into the ground – and notice a small spark! This isn't granite of a lump of coal but quite a magical stone... Ascending towards the sky, I guess that old man was right all along. Astounded, as I fly – Looking down at the night sky! I didn't surrender – I didn't back down! No, this ain't the end! Astounded, as I fly – Looking down at the night sky! I didn't surrender – I didn't back down! In this prodigious town!