Hard Cargo - Paul Young

I work the long haul on the dockside

Building boats is what I know

Each one takes another year of my life

And then I watch them go

There are no lights around this harbour

The tide has never been so low

You teach them to walk and then you teach them to run

And then you watch them go.

You watch them go

And it’s a hard cargo to carry

To see them slipping away

And it’s a hard cargo to carry

To see them slipping away, slipping away

Mary was the one who waited

Even when the working was getting slow

You think you know somebody inside out

And then you watch them go.

You watch them go

I believe that when you go

You leave something behind

I believe that out of sight

Is never out of mind

And then you watch them go, you watch them go…

And it’s hard cargo to carry

To see them slipping away…

Slipping away, slipping away