Down river from my memories, of all those summer years. You come riding by on horseback crowned with tears. I've watched you from the shadows, behind this wall of trees.
I'm estranged by circumstances. Beyond my control. Spent my life oh so futile. Upon my father's road. . Overheard him talk to strangers. He needs someone to blame.
Everyone's dressed in their masquerade clothes. Tryin' to look just that little bid bold. Looking for someone, they need someone. . I like to come down here sometimes.
Watching the slow boats in the late afternoon. Out on the edge of the wharf. Madelaine sighs as life passes by. And we know we don't need to talk. . I've never seen so many shades of blue.
Wasting away in the zero zone. I fell for you but I should have known. You pass through these phases like waves on the sea. Ships break like porcelain, sailors of grief.
I was turned out of Cafe Cologne. As the sun came up the cock was crowing. And the ground kept swaying underneath my feet. . All the drifters are Americans.
Seabird flying down so low. It makes me restless watching you. I'm chained down here to mundane goals. As you soar and glide over that blue horizon. .
Janie, see how good the sky looks today. I'll bet they're having fun up in Byron Bay. All our friends, oh, I'm feeling just a little bit blue. I can tell it's been getting to you too, trying to make sense.