Last night I dreamt of a clear lagoon.
The air was heavy, satin and blue
And I was thinking of you.
I was mad,
I was bad,
I was floating,
I was the Arkansas.
A near miss was the last thing I saw.

ROGER…. BAKER… CAIN… ABLE

ROGER… BAKER… CAIN… ABLE

Last night I went down to the crossroads.
I saw Rita Hayworth drinking with the Devil.
I was the wind,
I was wired,
I was on fire,
I was drowning.
When they shot her down, the clock started counting.

ROGER… BAKER… CAIN… ABLE

ROGER… BAKER… CAIN… ABLE

Last night I dreamt of the Enola Gay.
Her brightest hour, her darkest day.
I saw a fat man,
I saw a little boy,
And I saw all of his toys.
Now it’s a minute after midnight
And I’m dancing with you to the end of the world.

ROGER… BAKER… CAIN… ABLE

ROGER… BAKER… CAIN… ABLE

Image Credit: Grapple-Y test, Christmas (Kiritimati) Island, 28 April 1958 ( Atomic Weapons Research Establishment Public Domain)