It starts at a misty morning
Fog is hanging low
The city is as quiet as a ghost
Fire up the old steam engine
I pop my head outside
No passengers, not one who needs a ride
And all along till the clock strikes three
I'm just a part of the scenery
Who's gonna carry me when I carry you across the sea
For the last time sweet love of mine
Well I know these waters well enough by now
Like the back of my hand
I've been doing this since I can't remember when
Back and forth between the same two shores
Almost every day
Through the storms
And through the ??
And all along till the click strikes three
I'm just a part of the scenery
Who's gonna carry me when I carry you across the sea
For the last time sweet love of mine
And all along till the click strikes three
I'm just a part of the scenery
Who's gonna carry me when I carry you across the sea
For the last time sweet love of mine