Dire Straits - Single-handed Sailor

Two in the morning dry-dock town
The river rolled away in the night
Little Gypsy Moth she`s all tied down
She quiver in the wind and the light
Yeah and the sailing ship just held down in chains
From the lazy days of sail
She`s just lying there in silent pain
He lean on the tourist rail
A mother and her baby and the College of war
In the concrete grave
You never want to fight against the river law
Nobody rules the waves
Yeah, on a night when the lazy wind is a-wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
The single-handed sailor go sailing
Sailing away in the dark
He`s up on the bridge on the self-same night
The mariner of dry dock land
Two in the morning but there`s one green light
And a man on a barge of sand
She`s a gonna slip away below him
Away from things he`s done
But he just shouts, "Hey man whatcha call this thing?"
Could say "Pride of London"
On a night when the lazy wind is wailing
Around the Cutty Sark
Yeah single-handed sailor goes sailing
Sailing away in the dark