The pale man you're watching Is calling down from the hill above this town What did you think of these arms when they first held you I know that they were welcome This time the bedroom is a station for prayer And over the weeks now Another collision of our lost hearts How are you making these years so beautiful Who wants to see the US coast From the inside of a pub I do We're coursing and learning I'm watching your back as the weather catches hold My world is having none of this No offering help to keep us together Not a patch on this dirty weather Because I love the things I kept from you And I'll keep the things you left me Who wants to see the US coast From the inside of a pub I do