"Cast In Old Cast Iron"
All songs copyright control. Martin Finke (p)+(c) 1993-2000.
[Lyrics]
Stone on stone
We work in the evening
At least I know the work is meaningful
When we feel hope we feel like staying here
The idea of Dublin was to carry on something
The idea of together was never in doubt
Three short steps in a new suit
A piece of news in the daytime and calm at night
Close to the start of session
The idea of Dublin was to carry on something
The idea of together was never in doubt
The streets were empty and you and I were gone
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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
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
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Cast in old cast iron that one man could break down
I prefer to be on fire than alone
I'm a sports hero on the
Midwest plain
A serviceman let go
I'm a traveller's best friend
Cast in old cast iron
Never needing fixing
No river leaves a furrow in my yard
A sunken prize no woman could breathe to
No river leaves a furrow in my yard
Cast in old cast iron
I prefer to be delivered than to carry anyone
I'd rather turn away than drive to
New York
Not afraid of New York
Just afraid of winter
Cast in old cast iron
Love can be an element
Time can be a force
Elbow deep in history
One man breaking down the iron shell
The lock of treasure
No river leaves a furrow in my back yard
Once I came to her and heard her
I heard her say it truly
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All songs copyright control. Martin Finke (p)+(c) 1993-2000. | 
