You are true blue You're the sweet dew And you're the gifts that your mother had wished of you And you stand as the only man to laugh at Poseidon
You are limestone I am clay I'll break you down far more, though either way And now we stand on the finest sands On the coast of Ireland Where I'd watch you die again And die again, die again, die again
Were we troubadours Stuck in traffic? Twenty-one thousand miles we put in the basket And to drive across divided America, while still splitting a sandwich
You are limestone I am clay I'll break you down far more, though either way From the ghost of Montreal And the murderer in Belfast We'd watch the wave crest And try again, try again, try again
