Clara to Calary

Last night I dreamt
I flew from Clara to Calary
Up behind the sugarloaf
When I go off the planet
No headstone of granite
Scatter my ashes
On a wave as it crashes

Till end, Hurricane Charlie
The beach, the moon, the stars

When his pen's on the page
He cheats death as no age
When his pen's off the page
He's old, filled with rage
Smuggle the whiskey to your
Ailing grandmother
Into the hospital and under the pillow

Till end, Hurricane Charlie
The beach, the moon, your skin