Letra de Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967 (Album Version)
Walt Grace Desperately aiding his whole place Dreamed to discover a new space And buried himself aliveInside his basement Tongue on the side of his face meant He's working away on his placement And what it would take to survive'Cause when you're done with this worldYou know the next is up to youAnd his wife told his kids he was crazyAnd his friends said he'd fail if he'd tryBut with the will to work hardAnd a library cardHe took a homemade, fan-bladeOne-man submarine rideThat morning The sea was mad and I mean it Waves as big as he'd seen it Deep in his dreams at homeFrom dry land He rolled it over to wet sand Closed the hatch up with one hand And peddled off alone'Cause when you're done with this worldYou know the next is up to youAnd for once in his life it was quietAs he learned how to turn in the tideAnd the sky was a-flareWhen he came up for airIn his homemade, fan-bladeOne-man submarine rideOne evening When weeks had passed since he's leavin' The call she planned on receivin' Finally made it homeShe accepted The news she never expected The operator connected The call from Tokyo'Cause when you're done with this worldYou know the next is up to youNow his friends bring him up when they're drinkin'At the bar with his name on the sideAnd they smile when they can As they speak of the man Who took a homemade, fan-blade One-man submarine ride