Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Dirty boats and filthy ropes.
Sore backs from crooked jacks.
Straw boss and Irish moss.
Kerosene and coal.
Slinging hash and counting cash.
Coffee stains and neck strains.
Manager smiles at broken tiles
on the greasy old floors.
Bridge
Slow pokes and tow ropes.
Sailors knots and widows plots.
We hear the yell of the the steeple bell,
Of St. Cunégonde.
Cads hands and frying pans.
Cash in, clear the bin.
Mopping floors and closing doors.
Im on my way home to you.
Chorus
But dreaming just comes easy
When the work is too hard to bear.
But staring in your eyes dear,
believing our dreams can be here.
Bridge
We meet at night, neath the dirty light.
Filthy jeans with worn out seams
Lunch box is out of hock.
Will we drink the night away?
Extra verse...
Change your shoes, this afternoon
You fixed your hair because you care
Lipstick will do the trick
Will we dance until the dawn?
Chorus
But dreaming just comes easy
When the work is too hard to bear.
But staring in your eyes dear,
Means believing our dreams can be here.
Its near to four, they locked the door.
Descend the stairs, the dreams we share.
The neon lights are outta sight
As we walk hand in hand home.