Neutral Milk Hotel

(For) I am an engine
and I'm rolling on
through endless revisions
(just think) what I mean
to sweet misses jones who flew out through the window
and landed back home in a garden of green

you're riding alone in the back of a steamer
and steaming yourself in a warm shower spray
and water rolls on off the round captain's belly
whose talking to tigers from his cafeteria tray

And sweet baby's cry for the cool taste of milking
that milky delight that invited us all
and if there's a taste in this life more inviting
then wake up your windows and watch as those sweet babys crawl away
dee dee dee dee
dee dee dee dee