Bringing Rosa Home

Down at the landing stage the sign reads 'Havoline'
And you buy the diesel there, back in the old routine
You pay up your harbour dues and then, from the anchorage
All in her wedding lace
You see a bride on the bridge

Her coat on the balustrade she bought at a fire-sale
She's been married to debt for years
And now she's climbing the lone guard-rail
Gulls are er Mendelssohn, she has a bouquet of foliage
That no-one here is reaching for
Slowly the bride on the bridge

Those raising interest don't look up

They have no interest in her flight
Their spectrum has no bridal white
They don't leave the scene
Not when money talks
The whisper-mill says "Buy Brazil"
That is if you don't mind blood on the stalks

Cargo comes rolling in, containers of even size
there's no rafts or floats aboard - so what if lives
capsize?
Trading takes no account of strangers to privilege
Not if they can't keep up their balances
She's vanished, the bride on the bridge

I'll just have one to cut the dust", the nameless
Stranger said
"But don't you work my tongue loose - need to keep it
In my head
I need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the
Run
Need my head on my shoulders, I'm the last one on the
Run

But whose prints, whose prints
Whose prints are you going to find
On the butt of the smoking gun?

These days so many amateurs they get high before they
Hit
Got no soul, they got no dedication, they will never
Live to quit
Me, I've graduated first in a class of one
Me, I've graduated first in a class of one

Outside the depository the third shot really told the
Story
Since then I've been working on the sequel
Who made men? I don't know - but Colonel Colt sure made
Them equal

Abernathy he took three short steps to where the
Dreamer fell
The softened snout of the bullet left a gaping tale to
Tell
But so little is open, so much needs to be undone
So little is open, so much needs to be undone