Crashing Into The Harbour

Duration

3:09

Genres

Folk

Lyrics

Henry James, sailed into the night Such a poor vessel, such a lonely face He had the courage, but didn’t have the knowledge So he drowned Madam waltzed into the room Such an angry dress, in a beautiful saloon Oh my, oh my my my And it’s a slow walk, back into the night On Fridays I get paid to forget what I’ve done On Sundays I change, I turn a different man I play cross harp, and I play guitar with the local band A sad, sad story, true it is, but I’ve got no other one to tell And this is how it is, and this is how it goes And it’s a slow walk… Henry James, last time we spoke You were walking this floor, up and down Staring at the train, that’s taking her away Into your heart, and nothing more And it’s a slow walk, back into the night