Teignmouth
On the night train
From the city to the south

I saw spirits
Crawl across the river mouth
In skewed ascension

With no destination
Like this lone bachelor in me
This constant yearning

For great love and learning
For the wind to carry me free


So when the birds fly south
I'll Reach up and hold their tails
Pull up and out of here

And bridle the autumn gales
Down to the burning cliffs
To the unrelenting roll

To marry the untold blisses
And anchor this lost soul






From my window
I saw two birds lost at sea
I caught our reflection

In that silent tragedy
But with hope prevailing
I draw galleons sailing

In full sail billowing free

So when the birds fly south

We'll reach up and hold their tails
Pull up and out of here
And bridle the autumn gales

I give you my hand
The fingers unfold
To have and forever hold

To marry the untold blisses
And anchor this lost soul