i dreamed you were a rich man | and that i had no place to go | i came to you to see if you would take me in | through golden curtains you told me you'd let me know. |
well, you drink for ten and you smoke for twenty | and your fickle heart will never be true | but still i feel the wind in from the harbor | thats when i know the longing for you | i saw you in my mind's eye | you were laid out on your final day | i stood in line to see that handsome face once more | it had been so dear to me, and i kissed you as you lay | now, whenever i do travel | if to portugal, england, or spain | as i do walk by the shipyards and the harbors | i smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again |
i know the salt, and the bay rum, you beside me again.||
music and lyrics by Suzanne Vega