Written in 1978 (I’m still in Sussex, England) this melody (and, primarily, the guitar lines), for some still mysterious reason, called to mind some early 1960s pop song that I could not (and still cannot) put my finger on.
Still, I liked it.
And, as so often happens with my songs, I worked out the melody and the guitar part before I began casting about for words to dress them—high and low for poetry to match.
These were the words that came to mind.
Sad little clown on the open shore
when you dream of things
the future doesn’t hold no more
and the wind whispers tears
into your eyes
It’s one sad story with a sad fate
for the things you said
and solemnly then promised her
were said too late
for this fine young hero to maintain
and with the moon in your eyes
you turn away
But when the beauty of the open shore
and her once upon a starry secret
sing for me to cry no more
a new day will dawn
to dry my eyes
And when the always of the open sea
and her once upon a starry face
that I have always known as me
scatter on her waves my very last
I will open my eyes
and fly away