Eddie - Latin Quarter

Looking at the water

Through the spaces of an iron-ore train

The water eddies round the rushes

And Eddies round at my house, insane

The breakers in the distance

Cut the air like the crackle of a CB rig

They found a crack in Eddie

And they tore it down, and snapped him like a twig

His head is full of Goose Green

Tastes the smoke from the damp grass, well alight

And Eddie’s waiting for the choppers

And he goes on waiting long into the night

And I thought I heard a voice

Didn’t someone here just whisper, «Rejoice»

The harbour’s filled with newsmen

Little boats go bobbing, like a Dunkirk repeat

To a train ride and a welcome

And «Well done, Eddie» right across the street

The water’s grey and choppy

On the Lake out by the fairground big wheel

We could circle it forever

But we’d never guess the way that Eddie feels