North And South by Gerry Rafferty
I was born a poor man's son, and followin' tradition
When I came of age I hit the road, and followed blind ambition
I served my time and payed my dues, now I'm sittin' pretty
Sleeping in a feather bed high above this city.
It's four in the morning, and I'm sittin' here still thinking
Our love's on the borderline, I know this ship is sinking
I still remember when we talked about the Southern Cross a long time ago
Look through my window and I watch the cold rain fallin'
Somewhere in the distance I can hear a siren callin'
Is this a wilderness or just another station on the Rock Island Line?
When I first came to this town with sweet anticipation
My days were filled with music, and my nights with conversation
I didn't worry, didn't care which way the wind was blowin'
Yes there was magic in the air, and music kept on flowin'.
I was a superman ridin' on a river
She always wanted so much more than I could give her
I still remember everytime we said goodbye when I was back on the road
I was a rhythm man, now I'm a local hero
I still remember when my luck was down to zero
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