All through the port, past Chinatown's gate 
The thieves and grifters were forced to wait 
Each seeking passage on the riverboat south 
Gold filled their purses, lies filled their mouths 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

You dreamed in the lamplight by the waterfront pier 
Transit guaranteed by handlers far from here 
Your papers in order, identity assumed 
raft to convey you moored beneath the moon 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Smoking in her stateroom far below deck 
Rosa Coldfield barely kept herself in check 
She scrawled your face on a mirror so cold 
She called your name in a voice so bold 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Your dreams were unhindered, desires unbound 
You lingered for an hour with the treasure you'd found 
You steeled yourself for travel, unpacked your blade 
Your mind always on all the money you'd made 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Miss Coldfield spoke freely with no sense of tact 
And foolish disregard for the force at her back 
The docks of New Orleans teemed with traffic that day 
But no-one seemed to notice as they carried her away 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust 

Caracas blazed before you with the rising sun 
Her strangers would forgive you everything you'd done 
In the street you threw a coin into a beggar's cup 
You looked down, he looked up 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust