I was booked for a wedding on the coast of Finistère After the rehearsal I took a walk down to the harbor They say, "This is where the world ends" Or maybe where it's beginning Out on the pier sat the bride on the rail smoking
I wasn't sure if she wanted to talk But she nodded and waved me in Her eyes were on the horizon I asked how she was feeling She said, "Like a five-year-old watching the ten-year-olds shoplifting