O, we’re running through the night,
Coat tails flying in the streetlight,
Down the hill to catch the boat
To the other side.
O, we’re running through the night,
Always running out of time,
My pillow is my old brown coat,
We’re two sea-rats on this swollen boat…
‘Cause there’s no time left to take no more,
As we go by the sun,
And the stars feel like ours this morning,
As we walk out the town.
Picked up by a baker
On the skirts of pretty Nelson,
He was almost home;
He turned around, reminded of all of those Who turned around.
So I sat with his dog on my knee,
And...