Drifting

I've got a freighter ship
A hull that shines
And engines gleaming

I am so full of it
You can't be sure of
What you're hearing

I've got a telephone
Sits in the corner
Always ringing

I've got a freighter ship
The decks are cold
The captain's singing

I don't know how to get this thing to go
I've been drifting on my own

I've got a fighter jet
The guns are loaded
For my offspring

I haven't started yet
But when I do
You will have lost me

I've got some time to kill
I'll use a pillow
Do it softly

I've got a fighter jet
The pilot don't know what it cost me
She says

I, I don't know how to get this thing to go
I've been drifting on my own

I've got a bullet train
The tracks have been detached for days now

When they get it up again
It won't be back
There can be no doubt

Its engineers have done
The cunning things
That engineers do

I've got bullet train
But I'm the one
They did those things to

I don't know how to get this thing to go
I don't know how to get this thing to go
I don't know how to get this thing to go
I've been drifting all alone