When the twilight seeps in
and darkness takes the field
lowers itself onto the earth
like a battered shield
On the windswept highway
that looks like a slippery seal
with sailing clouds overhead
only the lights in the harbour are real
Leave me at the busstop
in the wind and rain
say goodbye
walk away and
don't turn round to wave.
We're all afraid of dying
alone for our last stand
I'll walk awhile beside you and
I'll just squeeze your hand
and I'll leave you at the busstop
etc.
1986. Met muziek van Ludo Mariman op diens LP later CD You never know what's yours.
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