The winter's on the rails
The plaster and the nails
Back home
My senses all have failed
Still these hands send up these sails
Alone
Now all I really want
Is what we had
Little kids run from town
See them gather all around
On shore
These arms have tossed the lines
Through Hell Station and the mines
What for?
Tell her I'll be fine
Holding anchor and writing rhymes
Off shore
But for what I have not known
I'd join the bottom with the bones
In war
The plaster and the nails
Back home
My senses all have failed
Still these hands send up these sails
Alone
Now all I really want
Is what we had
Little kids run from town
See them gather all around
On shore
These arms have tossed the lines
Through Hell Station and the mines
What for?
Tell her I'll be fine
Holding anchor and writing rhymes
Off shore
But for what I have not known
I'd join the bottom with the bones
In war