It was a beautiful day in hell and I was thinking
Wouldn't it be nice if things would go my way
It started raining
A cold sort of sprinkle for clean July
The sky was black with pockets of light in the distance
But I brought my jacket
Captain I have become to cool for the room we've known
I wanted to paint this picture in hopes you'd understand
I was nursing a wilted sun
Nursing a wilted sun, too cool for the room
So I loaded up my guitars, P.A. and amplifiers
Into that old red truck that loved to break down
And then let it all out, what I'd been thinking
As the storm rolled slow, far away
They wandered and frowned
But couldn't really deny the differences being voiced
So I was leaving
Captain I have become to cool for the room we've known
I wanted to paint this picture in hopes you'd understand
I was nursing a wilted sun
Nursing a wilted sun, too cool for the room
What have you learned son
I can still regret with the best of them
To and under the causeway
It's time to go
I need to remember what I've lost
So you step in the light and I find myself thinking
Do sinking ships really need such light anyway
I know the answer, so you go on Kerry
Cause I'm not blinking and you deserve a better life