a Jigsaw
Crashing Into the Harbour
Henry James, sailed into the nightSuch a poor vessel, such a lonely faceHe had the courage, but didn't have the knowledgeSo he drownedMadam waltzed into the roomSuch an angry dress, in a beautiful saloonOh my, oh my my myAnd it's a slow walk, back into the nightOn Fridays I get paid to forget what I've doneOn Sundays I change, I turn a different manI play cross harp, and I play guitar with the local bandA sad, sad story, true it is, but I've got no other one to tellAnd this is how it is, and this is how it goesAnd it's a slow walk...Henry James, last time we spokeYou were walking this floor, up and downStaring at the train, that's taking her awayInto your heart, and nothing moreAnd it's a slow walk, back into the night
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