where to now st. peter?

i took myself a blue canoe

and i floated like a leaf

dazzling

dancing

half enchanted

in my merlin sleep

crazy was the feeling

restless were my eyes

insane they took the paddles

my arms they paralyzed

so where to now st. peter

if it's true i'm in your hands

i may not be a christian

but i've done all one man can

i understand i'm on the road

where all that was is gone

so where to now st. peter

show me which road i'm on

which road i'm on

it took a sweet young foreign gun

this lazy life is short

something for nothing always ending

with a bad report

dirty was the daybreak

sudden was the change

in such a silent place as this

beyond the rifle range

i took myself a blue canoe