I'm peering through the wiper blades
the headlights blurred in driving rain
On the inky dusk of midnight blue
the black ships blow across the sky
The south-coast towns awash
with ghosts and sailors tales and icy spray
And men gone off to foreign wars
to stand beneath the tattered flags
Cast a wish and wish for far away
The statue stands in weathered
stone gazing into the winter storms
Waiting for the unreturned

And I go this way alone and I'm happy to be here

The back roads run with gushing streams
fallen branches, blown leaves
I stood there in the graveyard lost
beneath the dripping trees
The past it is a barren place of men
condemned by their own hand
And all those faded possibilities
The shipwrecks lie in silence as the fish
swim through sunken rooms
At the bottom of the sea, at the bottom of the sea

And I go this way alone and I'm happy to be here

Out beyond the neon mist and on into the deluge
Oblivion and darkness rushing in
For everything I've ever touched turned out
to be so fragile
Crushed like shells beneath the shingle
and the shifting sands
All of the strength that I have is bound in
with the raging storms
Blowing out to sea

And I go this way alone and I'm happy to be here