Heaven

Bar illuminations shiver, shadows on the street
The Cypriot sailors find the world back at their feet
Endless days of tobacco, nights by the radio
I wonder if they'll ever go to heaven, heaven

The beer mats are wading in a table of froth
The bar girl is serving with a check drying cloth
She'll bend over backwards, even though she's knackered
I wonder if there'll have her up in heaven, heaven

Like the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m.
Heavens round the corner in a comfortable bed, and I love her.

The officers and seamen elbow places at the bar
Words that tempt the goddess don't leave beats upon the heart
But she'll service his pleasure and never know the treasure
That his wife keeps forever up in heaven, heaven

The first light of the morning proves too much for the street
No one sees each other just their presence there to meet
Your chin takes to stubble at the sight of a funnel
And the gangplank is no trouble up to heaven, heaven

Like the sailors I walk home, it's six a.m.
Heavens round the corner in a comfortable bed, and I love her.