Intro : (x4)
Dirty boats and filthy ropes.
Sore backs from crooked jacks.
Straw boss and Irish moss.
Kerosene and c oal.
Slinging hash and counting cash.
Coffee stains and neck strains.
Manager smiles at broken tiles
on the greasy old floors.
Instrumental : (2x)
Slow pokes and tow ropes.
Sailors knots and widows plots.
We hear the yell of the the steeple bell,
Of St. Cunégonde.
Cads'hands and f rying pans.
Cash in, clear the bin.
Mopping floors and closing doors.
I'm on my way ho me to you.
But dream ing just comes easy
When the work is too hard to bear .
But sta ring in your eyes dear,
believing our dr eams can be here.
Instrumental : (3x)
We meet at night, neat h the dirty light.
Filthy jeans with worn out seams
Lunch box is out of hock.
Will we drink the night away ?
Change your shoes, this afternoon
You fixed your hair because you care
Lipstick will do the trick
Will we dance until the d awn ?
But drea ming just comes easy
When the work is too h ard to bear.
But star ing in your eyes dea r,
Means believing our d reams can be h ere.
It's near to four, t hey locked the door.
Descend the stairs, t he dreams we share.
The neon lights are outta sight
As we walk hand in hand ho me.