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 a.m.   
      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 

  • Chords
  • FROM THE ALBUM: East Side Story.