Dawn - Slapp Happy

Dawn he’s in a postcard of the dawn

Where the knives of light

Have left the dark night tattered & torn

The firmamental cars

On the highway of the stars are doing ninety

(for your love) — He’s in a corner on the right

The sole survivor of the night —

& it’s you he’s thinking of

And you, you only think of him

Dropping him a line 'cos he’s got no time to swim

They’re closing all the doors to his existential shores

— they'll leave him naked & alone

— & you can’t help him now, he’s in the waters of the south

— sinking like a stone…

Running form the snapping jaws

You knows he ain’t got time to pause

— there's one last door between him & you

— look out babe, he’ll be coming through

(as soon as you admit that you’re the cause)

Gone, with a squad of crooked creatures —

You saw a film of his escape

But you hardly recognized his features

His seer’s sight had lied about the other side

No one was waiting when you arrived

You dared not hesitate — even so, you got there late —

Who takes who for one last ride?