Sandy Three

What hurts most inside, something in her face, her eyes are open wide, all you need to know, no longer drums like rain, in a lover’s mot, new to a sweetheart's lies, I see her look away,, not easy to turn aside, a million ways to stow, your fight against the blame, there’s nowhere else to go, dishevelled in your cries, a pirate on the Main, the barometer calls time, drink away your woes, you once jumped rail, whisky face aglow, time to step aside, maybe go to Spain, no need for reasons why, just be on your way.