You are fearless,
kind and innocent,
worth your weight in gold.
I am restless,
difficult and sleepless,
like a wind.
You are sleepy.
I kiss you carefully and
quietly tuck you in.
I am flimsy,
hesitant and messed up and
I know I won't stay.
(Chorus:)
The clock at the station sings to me
the pipes at the port whistle in my head
You can hate me and bear a crudge
I can't help that
And now, when I leave in the small hours
you stay there and sleep
At the end of the paving
I still try to silence the noise
completely
Home is nice,
beautiful and suitable,
but too quiet.
I hear, I listen
the noise of South
the distant whirl.
You talk about a house and
trailers.
Your head is done.
I dream about
ships, trains, my
head is restless.
(Chorus:)
The clock at the station sings to me
the pipes at the port whistle in my head
You can hate me and bear a crudge
I can't help that
And now, when I leave in the small hours
you stay there and sleep
At the end of the paving
I still try to silence the noise
completely