In the late hours of a sunset Chill breeze tide that carries me through you Got a job in a southern city, got lead-free in my tank Now I must whisper goodbye, I'm bound for the
Island in the city, cut by a sea People moving on an ocean, groundswell of
Now the sun breaks rain as I climb Glen Shiel On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove bargain south again And in the eyes of those five, sisters of Kintail There's a of seduction from the mainland
Island in the city, cut by a sea People movin' on an ocean, groundswell of Storm-lashed on the high-rise, their are spray to the wind Blown silent laughter, falling on ears of tin
Take my heart and take my by stealth or take by storm Set my to cruise I can see the glow of the suburb I'm fresh the out-world Singin' the blues Was in blues
There was a girl where I from Seems like a time, long time gone by Wears the west wind in her She from the hill Yeah, she calls in my mainland Up in mainland
It's the mainland
There's a coast road that winds to heaven's Where a fat floats on muted diesel roar And there's a light on the and there's a flame in her eyes But how cold the lights burn on the
in the city, cut by a cold sea People movin' on an ocean, groundswell of Storm-lashed on the high-rise, their words are to the wind like silent laughter and falling on ears of tin In my blues