A Girl in Port
The Stage Names (2007)
Capo 2nd Fret
Let fall your
soft and swaying skirt; let fall your
shoes; let fall your shirt. I'm not the
lady-killing sort. Enough to
hurt a girl in port.
blonde, and lost a stone. She lay on her
lawn, spun and alone. And when the
morning sun, it rose upon
Marie, and her lacy clothes. It lit her
up, and she walked around the winding
streets of Camden town. She don't know
who she wants to be, but if I
knew, I’d tell Marie.
And Cindy tells me she's had fun,
Sitting back stage,someone's plus one.
Up in her room,the records spin
a needle in the grooves that she's worn thin.
Well, she lifts her sleeve and she sees a name.
And she's got a smile on her face
And she's got a story you can't see
Well, that's just between that name and Cindy.
And before Holly made her way
Over the sea and far away,
She's telling me inside her car
driving us back from the Crystal Corner bar.
I lost her there; I fell from hell
Cut some fresh pieces from myself
Then for a second something in me
Said leave today, it's time, Holly.
Oh, I'm a weak and lonely sort,
Though I'm not sailing just for sport.
I've come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lives press against me.
I'm just aghast; I'm not a part
My tender head with my easy heart.
These several years out on the sea
Made me empty, cold, and clear pour yourself into me.