We went walking in the morning, from our chalet in the town
We were following the shoreline, it led all the way back round
We were sizing up the market, we were carrying our clothes
We were looking for a gift or two could get Stephen one of those?'
Where the sailors used to gamble, we were working through our grief Where the sailors used to gamble, we were lying through our teeth We were acting kind of graceless, thinking of it now
We stayed in the water for longer than allowed
You want to know something of our miracle stay
The cabin crew were thinking about their own holidays I guess everyone goes away
Ill-will and resentment, you surely harbour some
For how we spent the weekend: asleep in harbour sun
Pour one for the families, and for the ferrymen on strike Pour one to the wind then, babe, (for) we do what we like
You want to know something of our vulgar display
Well, here's the cat who came by every evening she was a stray You want to know something of our tender affair
The bored, the tired, the grieving they're all up in the air
I guess everyone meets you there