In the hours of a sunset rendezvous Chill breeze against tide carries me through you Got a job in a southern city, got some in my tank Now I must goodbye, I'm bound for the mainland
Island in the city, cut by a sea People moving on an ocean, groundswell of
Now the sun through 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, five of Kintail There's a of seduction from the mainland
in the city, cut by a cold sea People on an ocean, groundswell of humanity Storm-lashed on the high-rise, words are spray to the wind like silent laughter, falling on ears of tin
Take my heart and take my Take by stealth or by storm Set my brain to I can see the glow of the suburb I'm fresh from the Singin' the mainland Was in mainland
There was a girl I came from Seems like a long time, time gone by Wears the west in her hair She calls from the Yeah, she calls in my mainland Up in blues
It's the blues
There's a coast road that to heaven's door Where a fat ferry on muted diesel roar And there's a light on the hillside and there's a in her eyes But how cold the lights on the mainland
in the city, cut by a cold sea People movin' on an ocean, of humanity Storm-lashed on the high-rise, their words are spray to the Blown like laughter and falling on ears of tin In my blues