Cannery Row

Cannery Row
a poem, a stink, a grating noise and a song

a shimmering glow
a deep insight, a problem I know how to solve

I miss the times when we just took it slow
when we just let it go
I miss the times when we where just a few guys
in the streets playing rock’n’roll music
now we are living economically, steadily incomplete
yearning, yearning for release

Cannery Row is living inside my head
I’m hanging around with Hugh and Mack
going down to Lee Chong’s Shop
having a beer with Dock
I’m strolling down the coast
giving out a toast
to John Steinbeck
he is the best I ever read

Cannery Row
a dream, a habit, a quality of light and a tone

a place I call home
a state of mind where I feel I belong

I miss the times when we just took it slow
when we just let it go
I miss the times when we where just a few guys
in the streets playing rock’n’roll music
now we are living economically, steadily incomplete
yearning, yearning for release

Cannery Row is living inside my head
I’m hanging around with Hugh and Mack
going down to Lee Chong’s Shop
having a beer with Dock
I’m strolling down the coast
giving out a toast
to John Steinbeck
he is the best I ever read