Part of the Scenery

It starts off in the misty mornin'

Fog is hanging low

The city is as quiet as a ghost

Fire up the old steam engine

I pop my head outside

No passengers, not one who needs a ride

And all along till the clock strikes three

I'm just a part of the scenery

Who's gonna carry me when I've carried you across the sea?

For the last time, sweet love of mine

Well, I know these waters well enough by now

Like the back of my hand

I've been doing this since I can't remember when

Back and forth between the same two ports

Almost every day

Through the storms and through the ash and clay

And all along till the clock strikes three

I'm just a part of the scenery

Who's gonna carry me when I've carried you across the sea?

For the last time, sweet love of mine

And all along till the clock strikes three

I'm just a part of the scenery

Who's gonna carry me when I've carried you across the sea?

For the last time, sweet love of mine