A Little Orchestra

East Coast [With Gordon McIntyre Of Ballboy]

Album: Josefina [2013]
Author: Gordon McIntyre © Elefant Publishing

A straight white line through the east coast night

A voice on the telephone

An old man passes from us

Let’s get these bodies home

 

The coastal road splits the morning air

Takes the salt out of the waves

Hold my hand, kiss me

Before we run out of days

 

And if I pass away from you

Throw me to the sea

Don’t look back at the darkened waves

That take me underneath

 

An old man at the end 

Of all the things he’s done and seen

The old man at the edge of the sea

 

Half the world is on its knees

Waiting for the light

The other half is tooled up

Spoiling for a fight

 

And the east coast night

And the summer haze

Is all you’ll ever need

Young men rise, old men fall

But never really leave

 

And if I pass away from you

Throw me to the sea

Turn your back on the darkened waves

That rise up to claim me

 

A straight white line

Through the east coast night

In the early summer haze

An old man and his grandson

Have a parting of the ways

 

If I pass away from you

Throw me to the sea

Don’t look back at the rising waves

That take me underneath