In Corolla

The day I turned my back on all you people
 I felt an itching in my thumbs
 Salt air like a broadcast from the distant dark beyond
 When my transformation comes
 I went down to the warm, warm water
 Saw a pelican fly past
 Waved once at the highway and then left all that behind me
 I went wading through the grass
 And no one was gonna come and get me
 There wasn't anybody gonna know
 Even though I leave a trail of burned things in my wake
 Every single place I go
 And it was cool and it was quiet
 In the humid marsh down there
 I let my head sink down beneath the brackish water
 Felt it gumming up my hair
 The sun was sinking into the Atlantic
 The last time that I turned my back on you
 I tried to summon up a little prayer as I went under
 It was the best that I could do
 And I said let them all fare better than your serpent
 The reeds all pricking at my skin
 Here's hoping they have better luck than I had down here with you
 All that water rushing in