This town is chained on the sunrise Disguised in the mist this morning It's eight am The seagull shouts a sailor's warning
This sky, this band in the river Slows down and delivers me The tide rolls back And all my memories fade to black
And yet Ad yet I'm back
This town has a strange magnetic pull Like a homing signal in your skull And you sail by the stars in the hemisphere Wondering how in the hell did you in entropy It's like an underground river or a hidden stream That flows through your head and haunts your dreams And you stuff those dreams in this canvas sack And there’s nothing around here that the wide world lacks
And yet Ad yet You're back
Some nights I’d lie on the deck and I’d stare at the turning of the stars Those constellations hanging up there from the cables and the rigging I'd wonder if she saw the same Or managed to recall my name Why would she ever think of me Some boy she loved to fled to sea And why waste time debating whether she’d be waiting for the likes of me
So you drift into port for the scum of the seas To the dance halls and the brothels where you took your ease And the ship has left the dock but you have that caring And you haven't got a clue whose bed you're sharing And your head is like a hammer on a bulk head door And it feels like somebody might have broken your jaw And there’s bloodstains and glass all over the floor And you swear to god you’ll drink no more
And Yet And yet
In truth It’s too late to find her Too late to remind her at some garden gate Where a servant tells me I should wait Where perhaps a door slammed in my face My head must be in outer space
And yet Ad Yet Before this sun has set Before the sea There may be something else that’s waiting for The likes of me