(Words & Music by Margaret A Roche)
Money is not the problem
you have enough of that
now you must close your office
put on your coat and hat
put on your coat and hat
Now is the hour of quitting
twilight paints the town
Old industrial skyline
how does the sun go down?
how does the sun go down
You can go south in winter
be what you are a goose
you can live near the ocean
your clothes can fit you loose
Even as you are leaning
into that glass of wine
you and beloved business
have come to the end of a line
come to the end of a line
All of the gates are open
all of the charges dropped
talks are terminated
payments have been stopped
payments have been stopped
You can move north in summer
you can be in the breeze
you don't need to notify
any secretaries
Old industrial skyline
drawing away from you
you are the one that'.s moving
you are the fool that flew
you are the fool that flew
You can go south in winter
be what you are a goose
honk all the moon out the ocean
your clothes can fit you looseJohnny W. Green / Edward Heyman
Away from the city that hurts and knocks,
I'm standing alone by the desolate docks
in the still and the chill of the night
I see the horizon the great unknown
my heart has an ache
it's as heavy as stone
with the dawn coming on, make it last
I cover the waterfront
I'm watching the sea
Will the one I love
Be coming back to me
I cover the waterfront
In search of my love
An I'm covered
By a starlit sky above
Here am I
Patiently waiting
Hoping and longing
Oh how I yearn
Where are you
Have you thought back time
Will you remember
Will you return
Will the one I love
Be coming back
To me