Stella Jazzman lyrics

I don't need no phone I can do that dot-dot-dot-dash
On the tip of the iceberg
I got my hair slicked back
We stand upon starboard side
For the one last time
You've got the makings of a tiger
So I'll deem you Richard parker
So please sit on the opposite side of me
With my dress pants
And my black shirt
I have finally
got
my
foot in the door

But I'm worried
that on the other side
That the water tight
compartments are closing
They Always appear to be closing
And I can feel the oceans salt penetrating the sores on my legs
But as much as I want to stop
I realize that I have to keep,
keep on running.
And As the sun sets
I wish you could jog with me