You crafted and caressed her with a careful handnBut the lady didn’t understandnAnd you riveted and plated her til morningnBut with a coil or a careless sparknOr a tumble in the darknShe’ll leave her mark upon you without warningnnYou can float a boat of steel upon the oceannYou can fix it up with nuts and bolts and toilnBut you can’t weld a body when it’s brokennnThe lady she’s as fair as DesdemonanShe swallowed you up just like JonahnAnd there the air inside her belly ailed younAnd no-one saw you fallnAnd they did not hear your callnAnd your breath it faltered just before it failed younnOn a cruiser that was fitted by your fathernYou anchored in San Carlos harbournBut the lady at the helm she was not for turningnAnd in your bell bottoms bluenIn April 82nYou bid adieu and watched all you knew burning