Alone in a boat the sad man sits;
His eyes cast down from the stars.
He sits in his boat as it rocks and he smokes,
Away from the town and the cars.

He lights up another dull red eye,
As the night draws in and the sun retreats,
The coal keeps guard as the cold turns hard
And drink slows his fallow heart's strong beats.

This cold man was hot, he did not sit
And brood and rock in life before.
But fires burn out, within, without
The fuel they need to flame and roar.