- Love will come, and love will go, as the seas roll on forever. Lost love has the everlasting flow of a never-ending river. It's not an easy reckoning, but sometimes I have the notion that womankind, and her heart and mind, sails on a restless ocean. A tall ship came from windward away, on a grey atlantic morning; She showed no lights or colors, in the hour before the dawning. On a full rig run to the rising sun, she reached our starboard quarter and I'll ne'er forget the name she bore, she was called The Neptune's Daughter. Her sails were white as ivory, and her rigging sang like harp-strings. Her spars were black as ebony, and her wheel spun free of lashings. Her cloak of grey was the spindrift spray, as she split the waves asunder. I can see her now as she crossed our bow, while we gazed in silent wonder. Her course was set by destiny, and no helmsman's hand could change her. We hailed her and we signaled, "you are standing into danger," but she left us free on the westerly, and I watched her pale sail sinking. If only I was upon her deck, was all that I was thinking. Love will come, and love will go, as the years roll on forever. Lost love has the everlasting flow of a never-ending river. It's not an easy reckoning, but sometimes I have the notion that womankind, and her heart and mind, is a tall ship on the ocean. That womankind, and her heart and mind, sails on a restless ocean.
- We say we're not like them. A generation ago we came on the same ships we were hidden below. We came seeking protection away from the strife; away from the struggles and the hardships of life. I'm not an incomer; my parents were ghosts. Sir, I was born here; so where would I go? There's ghosts on the motorway. The world is on fire. There's ghosts on the sandflats as the water gets higher and higher. There's ghosts in the brothels behind thick stony walls. There's ghosts and their children in prison food halls. I'm not an incomer; my parents were ghosts. Sir, I was born here-So where would I go?
- I was standin' out at Stanfield, had to go away. Saw a brand new baby and the mother's face. I knew that it was over, all those early days; Our babies are not babies, we'll never be the same. Shopping cart full of toddlers at the Superstore. They were eatin' Goldfish, askin' for more. An old man lined up behind us, and he shook his head. The kids were strangely quiet; I heard him when he said: "You've got to hold on, it goes so fast. These early days, well, they don't last. Got to enjoy them, they go so fast. The baby days, well, they don't last." Look forward to the evenin' when the monkeys go to bed. Then we talk all night about 'em, we feel half dead. We used to be too tired to eat in but it's a total crap shoot to eat out. Oh you're gettin' rid of diapers that you washed every night. And we're saving up for date night so we can have our fight. If its quiet for a moment, oh you better run upstairs! ‘Cause the toothpaste in the bathroom is redefining everywhere. Oh, I like the way you talk now, you talk like me. All the funny things you're saying, you're real good company. Oh, the odds are strong and crazy, and our love profound, you make our messy house feel like holy ground. Shopping cart full of toddlers at the superstore. They were eatin' goldfish asking for more. An old man lined up behind us, and he shook his head. The kids were strangely quiet, I heard him when he said….
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