THE CORNER OF THE ROOM

     
when I was young I was restless
I sang the songs of the travelling men
I was a hobo a gypsy a drifter
in a world that seemed bigger then
in church I stood and I wondered
I sang the songs of the saints and the dead
with the beat of the Devil’s music
pounding hard inside my head

  and every night in Mally’s Bar
  we’d dance to our favourite tunes
  and when the lights went down in Mally’s Bar
  we’d be there in the corner of the room

you came into my life like a hurricane
hungry for kisses of fire
took me from the land and showed me how
to wander the streets and survive
on your mouth I tasted my future
in your brown hair I found my disguise
the moving clouds were drifting
across those endless skies

  and every night in Mally’s Bar
  we’d dance to our favourite tunes
  and when the lights went down in Mally’s Bar
  we’d be there in the corner of the room

     sometimes you spend a lifetime looking
     howling at the moon
     then one day you turn around
     and it’s there, in the corner of the room

did you ever get to Hollywood?
did you find that home in Skye?
I knew four walls wouldn’t hold you
I knew you would always survive
I lost myself in the world of books
hungry to find the truth
in search of an education
but I learned much more from you

  and every night in Mally’s Bar
  we’d dance to our favourite tunes
  and when the lights went down in Mally’s Bar
  we’d be there in the corner of the room