Go down to the docks,

where folks are working .

Go down to the pier

where Seagulls circling.

Go down to the home

of all those dreams hold at bay,

by the promise of love all the way .

When you sit in the dusk

of the evening

and your mind hits the blue

when you are leaning

on the memory bridge

that was built far away.

When you run on the edge

of the meaning,

where the skyline is clear

and you're screening,

all the things that you did

to get by every day.

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