Iceberg - The Trash Can Sinatras

I can see them coming beating paths to my door

Come to see me running my natural course — Iceberg

At glacial pace — an unusual case

Took to the streets, icebreaker sleek

Through thaw and freeze, my life’s a breeze

Matches tobacco, turn ashwarm and charcoal

Iceberg, eventually steam

The continent I seem — Just iceberg