In the late hours of a sunset rendezvous --- Chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you. Got a job in a southern city --- got some lead-free in my tank. Now I must whisper goodbye --- I'm bound for the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea. People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity.
Now the sum breaks through rain as I climb glen shiel On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove their bargain south again. And in the eyes of those five sisters of kintail There's a wink of seduction from the mainland.
Island in the city. cut by a cold sea. People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity. Storm-lashed on the high-rise --- their words are spray to the wind. Blown like silent laughter. falling on ears of tin.
Take my heart and take my brawn. Take by stealth or take by storm --- Set my brain to cruise. I can see the glow of the suburb lights. I'm fresh from the out-world --- Singing the mainland blues.
There was a girl where I came from. Seems a long time, long time gone by. Wears the west wind in her hair. She calls from the hill --- yeah, she calls In my mainland blues.
There's a coast road that winds to heaven's door Where a fat ferry floats on muted diesel roar. And there's a light on the hillside --- and there's a flame in her Eyes, but how cold the lights burn on the mainland.
Island in the city. cut by a cold sea. People moving on an ocean. groundswell of humanity. Storm-lashed on the high-rise --- their words are spray to the wind. Blown like silent laughter. falling on ears of tin In my mainland blues.
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