Into the early morning breakfast café I came
and as she passed, she took a good look at me.
An unhappy woman can do a lot of harm;
I can’t bring peace to her mind.
Everyone is dependent on each other,
everything is in competition,
everyone is on their own.
Past the houses for sale and cheap hotels,
the girls are spending their pay in the bars.
I look across at the fruit machine.
I guess most women are available,
to the right man.
But don’t worry, love, I’m going home.