(Jennings). Standing in the shadow. Of a Spanish lady. Second hand bargain. With a song so sad. And a rose in her hand. Was crying. . Lonely rooms in back of bars.
(Jennings). Take me home. Sailing on with Romany. To and fro on a icy morning. Feeling calm to have an old friend 'round. Feeling warm to see the wind blow down.
Young girls and porches are filling out. Tempers and torches are burning. Brown is the colour of town. living in thunder. . Hair on my top lip now I'm a man.
Doesn't seem like a year ago. I left the city lights. To find me an island. To find the key to my life. . Couldn't say that it's all been good. 'Cause I miss my enemy.