Under the narrows, that's where the dead go

Watching the cars drive off in a red glow

I play the slow ones, very long outros

You watch the time and play with the edges of my clothes

We're under those

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows

Baby, I felt it, something to keep me

Then I forgot, and dreamt about leaving

Wanted to be asleep in the backseat

Then I wake up and I'm still a thousand miles east

From where you'll be

Under those

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows, narrows

Narrows