I collected some things And flew across the water We decided to be happy There's a house in old Clifden Where I've spent many nights And the men there are wise men A few more years of this And my life will be full Full of untended upended stories That straddle a decade of ruin And the locksmith is sorry That she can't unlock the door to his kindness And so I'm in love And so the world's turning And so I become powerful and intrepid Because I am next to you I can understand the pulse of your blood And since we are intimate I know the honest appetite's aplomb The cadence of your whisper Fills my eyes with tears And every time you kiss me The locksmith frowns in despair I grew up on the burly coast And I fought throughout the years I fought for every bit Of this great cast-iron, self-preserving grit I collected some things And left the locksmith none the wiser Causing everyone to laugh and laugh And jump for joy Fast as the morning train I tidied up the broken keys