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