PROBABLY THE BEST BEER IN TOWN


The muffled voice breaking in through speakers
Has told me things I can't believe
Between the thick accent and bizarre content
I wish you hadn't been asleep
I had hoped for a view of the Baltic Sea
But I had never imagined this
I'll expect good things from a place that'll park
a train inside the hull of a ship

When we fell asleep that night
I know we both had the same dream

You could cope with this sun's cheerful angle
And I could keep my beard
I'm not sure how I'd answer the question
If you asked me how to get home from here
Just head down the hill towards the ocean of bikes
Hang a left at that modest bar
If you see a stone bust of Tyco Brahe
Then I fear that you may have gone too far

When we fell asleep that night
I know we both had the same dream
Tell me what I have to do
To feel like I don't have to dream it