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... [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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??