On a Sunday gone
In the harbour place
The big boss man's eye
Fell on the pretty girl's face
She was closing things
Oh what a death he died
He drank away his sense
He never said goodbye
You could talk about love
You could talk about the light
You could talk about the only time
You ever did things right
You could talk about the moon
Hanging in the sky
You could talk about the finer things
You could talk about the minor things
It's a poor man's game
This serious life
No pursuit could make me
The man for my wife
Says the man's hot streak
To a sober face
No reflections please
When I'm the king of this place
I will take my fist
And I will bring it down
And I will take that smiling
Right outta this town
You could talk about love
You could talk about the light
You could talk about the only time
You ever did things right
You could talk about the moon
Hanging in the sky
You could talk about the finer things
You could talk about the minor things
He was cautioned to the wind
Oh man... you're a fable now
