Tell Her

There's quiet in the streetlights Quiet here in bed Hot water in the heater Money in the red There's windows for the winter And fences for the flowers And Monday through to Monday For stacking up the hours Tell her why, tell her why The streets are all so still tonight Soft plastic in the winter white Tell her why There's shirts hung up for springtime The coffee and the cream A riverboat all draped in names For visiting in dreams I see her at the crossing Expect her every day So me I won't be staying But I won't be going away Tell her where, tell her where We keep away the hidden cares That ancient and unchanging air Tell her where I'm calling for the curtain To make it all discreet Some day I'll wear a lot of faces Keep bells tied to my feet But there's breaking in the bay these days And waiting in the dark And there's no real sight in searchlights Or safety in these bars So tell her who, tell her who Still looks on in when passing through Some silly little baby blue Tell her who