I was the captain standing on the bridge
surrounded by the waters of the sea,
on the horizon, on a lonely granite ridge
remained the memory of all it was to be.
On this day I shall honour my Dad
who made me and my siblings quite mad,
though this happened back then
and today we are men
I see you, standing in the station's light, my mother
a frigid wind blows, cruel accomplice of the night
your loving arms hold tightly now my little brother
a few stray glances linger, leave our sorry plight.
They all are, those bitches,
nothing can wait a second longer,
tomorrow le deluge perhaps,
Yes, Mrs. Smith I surely would
hold hands with you if I just could
and with my innermost good feelings
I'd try to talk to you of healings
I told you the truth.
And, in answer
to your question,
it is the inside
She gave to all,
with caring hands
and warmth of heart.
They called her,
You say where there is smoke there must be fire
while pointing at the mansion I now own,
no man will stand here calling me a liar
a blackmailer, and crook, who's rotten to the bone.
And when the light
at the far end
of Hope street
silently slips over the horizon