Exquisite Eschatology
And the comfort of finding it here
And as I walk the night gets colder
And I know that I don't know
And it seems as I get older
My life goes over, In the winds of change
I guess nothing turned out like I planned
Everything's sure to fall out of hand
And it takes a lot to find it
And it takes a lot I know
To believe that there is meaning
Inside this moment, In the winds of change
As it turns you upside down
As confusing as it seems
Keep your head high And your feet on the ground
And turn and chase
Pulling Mussels (From the Shell)
They do it down on camber sands
They do it at Waikiki
Lazing about the beach all day,
At night the crickets creepy
Squinting faces at the sky
A Harold Robbins paperback
Surfers drop their boards and dry
And everybody wants a hat
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell
Shrinking in the sea so cold
Topless ladies look away
A he-man in a sudden shower
Shelters from the rain
You wish you had a motor boat
To pose around the harbour bar
And when the sun goes off to bed
You hook it up behind the car
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from the shell
Pulling mussels from the shell
Two fat ladies window shop
Something for the mantelpiece
In for bingo all the nines
A panda for sweet little niece
Coach drivers stand about
Looking at a local map
About the boy he's gone away
Down to next door's caravan
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell
But behind the Chalet
My holiday's complete
And I feel like William Tell
Maid Marian on her tiptoe feet
Pulling mussels from a shell
Pulling mussels from a shell