Just From Chevron

Where she collapses into the shore
 Pump a light bottle down, ask her for me
 There a man lay dying in ice gasket had busted out
 Pinned him like a vice
 As the sun sank into repose
 A friend knelt down listened to his dying words as he froze
 Tell my love don't mourn, too intense
 I'm going down to her great good expense
 Now the air is quiet and still
 Wish I was back home on the knell of the hill
 Don't think I won't try
 When I close my eyes
 Whatever the people will drive,
 That's what I will survive
 All of my friends, my enemies too
 Live in the shadows of the dirtiest fuel
 Burns the land down the paper to ruin
 While wind's always whistling an infinite tune
 Don't think I won't try
 When I close my eyes
 Whatever the people will drive,
 That's where I will be live
 Don't think I won't try
 When I close my eyes
 Whatever the people will drive,
 That's where I will be live
 Now so long he waits for something
 Closing his eyelids with his face turning grey
 When the workers cleaned up the spill
 Sent the man home to his knell in the hill