The Harbour

Johnny cooks a steak from Lidls on a Friday night After spending all the week-long workin' hard layin' tiles Tells me she made feel so used but I leave that all behind See, I was makin' real good money then, I had ten men layin tiles And he's standing in the doorway of our little kitchenette Puffin on one of these new craze electric cigarettes I imagine he must get lonely but if he does he keeps it all in jail But when you're guarding a prison how do you choose what to bail? I've got an older friend named Pete who sometimes helps me with my trees Likes to talk about old girlfriends and the places that he's been He talks about his hippy days and how he settled here by chance But he's always been a hippy since the time he lived in France And he plays all kinds of music and sometimes he might sing Where will all that go to when we miss him now some spring? I like to listen to him talking, he tells funny and wise tales Says, "When you're holding a hammer everything looks like a nail" Now me, I'm out here in the world, singin' my songs from town to town And giving everything I have to get this thing of mine air bound So maybe someday I can live just like that fisherman who stays Close to the harbour and catches only takes enough just for today But for now, I think I'm somewhere in the middle of the sea I'm sailin' on a suitcase filled with dreams of what might be And I look for pretty story for to sing as mine and fill my sail And when you live by the weather every wind has a tail