Mark Knopfler, One Song at A Time, on Shore, Lyrics:
My whistle under the archways Still echoes down the street
All the way back to Deptford days Nights down by The Creek
Notes as big as riverboats Still echoing through the clubs
With the horns of the trains Down the old back lanes
And the lights of the corner pubs
In a taproom lined with mirrors, There’s a man there at the bar
Reminds you of somebody He says: I know who you are
He’s right, I know I could be him, But anyway, who is who?
You could be looking at What he’s looking at
And he’s looking at you
And I’ll be out of this place And down the road wherever
There but for the grace, etcetera I’ll see you later but it’s 1979
And I’m picking my way out of here One song at a time
The slaving ports of plunder Used to stink to heaven on high
Companions of Honour Always were in short supply
The Bristol ships and Liverpool’s On every tide they came
The times may have changed, my friend Some people - stay the same