Dire Straits: Single Handed Sailor

Bit of a blast from the past this morning

Two in the morning, dry-dock town

The river rolls in the night

Little gypsy moth, she's all tied down

She quivers in the wind and the light

Yeah, and a sailing ship is just held down in chains

From the lazy days of sail

She's just a-lying there in silent pain

He lean on the tourist rail

A mother and her baby and the college of war

In the concrete graves

You never want to fight against the river law

Nobody rules the waves

Yeah, and on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing

Around the Cutty Sark

The single-handed sailor goes sailing

Sailing away in the dark

He's upon the bridge on the self same night

The mariner of dry-dock land

Two in the morning, but there's one green light

And a man on a barge of sand

She's gonna slip away below him

Away from the things he's done

But he just shouts "Hey man, what you call this thing?"

He could have said "Pride of London"

On a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing

Around the Cutty Sark

Yeah, the single-handed sailor goes sailing

Sailing away in the dark