The Pier Is Shut Till Easter

Lyrics

The ice cream hut has shuttered its blue front
Gulls hold a meeting on the rail
A man in a woolly hat is painting the bench
And he nods as I walk down the trail

The arcade lights are sleeping in the day
One cafe keeps its windows steamed
I take a seat by the glass with a pot of tea
And the whole grey sea is mine, it seems

The pier is shut till Easter, but the tide still comes to call
The town has pulled its blankets up and kept the lamps down low
There's a quiet kind of welcome in a place that's off the map
Come and sit beside the sea wall, there is nowhere else to go

The woman at the counter knows my name by now
She slides a biscuit with the cup
We talk about the weather and the boats that stayed in port
And the summer that is gathering back up

The pier is shut till Easter, but the tide still comes to call
The town has pulled its blankets up and kept the lamps down low
There's a quiet kind of welcome in a place that's off the map
Come and sit beside the sea wall, there is nowhere else to go

Salt on the window, rain on the tin
Deckchairs stacked in a row
Something about an empty front
Makes a person feel they know

The pier is shut till Easter, but the tide still comes to call
The town has pulled its blankets up and kept the lamps down low
There's a quiet kind of welcome in a place that's off the map
Come and sit beside the sea wall, there is nowhere else to go

Nowhere else to go
Nowhere else to go