Ears Of Tin

In the late hours of a sunset rendezvous ---
Chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you.
Got a job in a southern city --- got some lead-free in my tank.
Now i must whisper goodbye --- i'm bound for the mainland.

Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.

Now the sum breaks through rain as i climb glen shiel
On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove their bargain south again.
And in the eyes of those five sisters of kintail
There's a wink of seduction from the mainland.

Island in the city. cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise --- their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter. falling on ears of tin.

Take my heart and take my brawn.
Take by stealth or take by storm ---
Set my brain to cruise.
I can see the glow of the suburb lights.
I'm fresh from the out-world ---
Singing the mainland blues.

There was a girl where i came from.
Seems a long time, long time gone by.
Wears the west wind in her hair.
She calls from the hill --- yeah, she calls
In my mainland blues.

There's a coast road that winds to heaven's door
Where a fat ferry floats on muted diesel roar.
And there's a light on the hillside --- and there's a flame in her
Eyes, but how cold the lights burn on the mainland.

Island in the city. cut by a cold sea.
People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.
Storm-lashed on the high-rise --- their words are spray to the wind.
Blown like silent laughter. falling on ears of tin
In my mainland blues.