Lyrics

Down here in history gulch Where the naval volunteers collect We all avoid the big issues while In the cellars and the underground tunnels The sherry ghost trundle the barrels to the gorge And the dust collects on the shelves of the war-time headquarters Where the ghosts of the funicular railway Ride up and down, up and down Like the moods of the drinkers here Wondering where the link is We all know what is meant Though we don't always mean it ourselves