Happy to Be Here

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