It starts off in the misty morning Fog is hanging low The city is as quiet as a ghost Fire up the old steam engine I pop my head outside No passengers Not one who needs a ride And all along 'til the clock strikes 3 I'm just a part of the scenery Who's gonna carry me when I've carried you across the sea For the last time, sweet love of mine? Well I know these waters well enough by now Like the back of my hand I've been doing this since I can't remember when Back and forth between the same two ports Almost every day Through the storms and through the ash and clay And all along 'til the clock strikes 3 I'm just a part of the scenery Who's gonna carry me when I've carried you across the sea For the last time, sweet love of mine? And all along 'til the clock strikes 3 I'm just a part of the scenery Who's gonna carry me when I've carried you across the sea For the last time, sweet love of mine?