The Absolvency of Entitlement (On the Mind’s Ocean)

I ride the waves on my own Luna Sea
In a little moon boat
Built especially for me.

With no oars for a rowin'
The wind's now a blowin'
And where I am goin'
Where could I be?

All that I hear
Is wind of static in my ear
The dull howl of my fear
But no one can steer
Just me.