[Verse 1]

On a Sunday gone

In the harbour place

The big boss man’s eye

Fell on the pretty girl’s face

She was closing things

Oh, what a death he died

He drank away his sense

He never said goodbye

[Chorus]

You could talk about love

You could talk about the light

You could talk about the only time

You ever did things right

You could talk about the moon

Hanging in the sky

You could talk about the finer things

You could talk about the minor things

[Verse 2]

It’s a poor man’s game

This serious life

No pursuit could make me

The man for my wife

Says the man’s hot streak

To a sober face

“No reflections please

When I’m the king of this place

I will take my fist

And I will bring it down

And I will take that smiling

Right outta this town”

[Chorus]

You could talk about love

You could talk about the light

You could talk about the only time

You ever did things right

You could talk about the moon

Hanging in the sky

You could talk about the finer things

You could talk about the minor things

[Outro]

He was cautioned to the wind

Oh man, you’re a fable now