It was a fine year
One nine seven 0
“A Rainy Night in Georgia” playin’ on the radio
In the Hot Springs of Arkansas
Carey Marc
Saw the light and fought the law
He’s divin’ deep
Under the bridge
He’s flyin’ high
Over the edge of the moon

Look yonder, Carey Marc’s a-comin’
Down from afar
How sweet that melody he’s hummin’
Under the stars
Forever strummin’ his maple black guitar
Old man Byrd
Old man Byrd

When he first came ‘round the river bend
I saw lightning flashing in the heavens
Floating on a blue raft
Somehow mournful
The way that storm boy laughed
He’s divin’ deep
Under the bridge
He’s flyin’ high
Over the edge of the moon

Look yonder, Carey Marc’s a-comin’…

He’s got ink on his skin
“What is man?”
He thinks about the mysteries nobody understands
He knows the sun will burn away
And he calls this the “delicate fade”
He’s divin’ deep
Under the bridge
He’s flyin’ high
Over the edge of the moon

Look yonder, Carey Marc’s a-comin’…