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