And Yet

This town this stain on the

sunrise

Disguised in the mist this

morning

It's 8AM a seagull shouts a

sailor's warning

This sky this bend in the river

Slows down and delivers me the

tide rolls back

And all my memories fade to black

And yet and yet I'm back

This town has a strange

magnetic pull

Like a homing signal

in your skull

And you sail by the stars of the

hemisphere

Wondering how in the Hell did ye

end up here

It's like an underground river

or a hidden stream

That flows through your head

and haunts your dreams

And you stuffed those dreams in

this canvas sack

And there's nothing round here

that the wide world lacks

And yet and 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

But why would she ever think of

me Some boy she loved who fled

to sea

And why waste time debating

whether she'd be waiting for the

likes of me

So ye drift into port with the

scum of the seas

To the dance halls and the

brothels where you took your ease

And the ship's left the dock but

you're half past caring

And ye haven't got a clue whose

bed you're sharing

And your head's like a hammer on

a bulkhead door

And it feels like somebody might

have broken your jaw

And there's bloodstains and

glass all over the floor

And ye swear to God ye'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

And perhaps a door's slammed

in my face

My head must be in outer space

And yet and yet

Before the sun has set

Before the sea

There may be something else

that's waiting for

The likes of me

This town this stain on the

sunrise