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