Beachcombing - Mark Knopfler, Emmylou Harris

They say there’s wreckage washing up all along the coast

No one seems to know too much

Of who got hit the most

Nothing has been spoken

There’s not a lot to see

But something has been broken

that’s how it feels to me We had a harmony

I never meant to spoil

Now it’s lying in the water

Like a slick of oil

The tide is running out to sea

Under a darkening sky

The night is falling down on me And I‘m thinking that I should

Head on home

Been gone too long

Leave my roaming

Beachcombing

Little wild kitten out hunting

To see what he can get

You’re in a big city now

won’t stop growing yet

The sun is going down smoking

A flaming testament

Something has been broken

And it feels permanent

Little seabird flying

He knows where he wants to go Guess i ought to pack my stuff

And do the thing I know

I turn around and head on back

Along the old sea wall

I felt something give and crack

And now I’m sorry that’s all

Head on home

Been gone too long

Leave my roaming

Beachcombing