(difford/tilbrook)

Bar illuminations shiver
Shadows on the street
The cypriot sailors
Find the world back at their feet
Endless days of tobacco nights by the radio
I wonder if they’ll ever go to heaven
The beer mats are wading
In a table of froth
The bar girl is serving
With a check drying cloth
She’ll bend over backwards even though she’s knackered
I wonder if there’ll have her up in heaven

Like the sailors I walk home, it’s six am
Heaven’s round the corner in a comfortable bed
And I love her

The officers and seamen
Elbow places at the bar
Words that tempt the goddess
Don’t leave beats upon the heart
But she’ll service his pleasure
And never know the treasure
That his wife keeps forever up in heaven

The first light of the morning
Proves too much for the street
No one sees each other
Just their presence there to meet
Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel
And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven