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