Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
Remind me of Jack-A-Lynn.
Lush hotels and pretty girls
Won't share the misty mood I'm in.
Silly, sad, I've never had
To write this before.
Funny how long nights alone
And thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn.
When phantoms tread around my bed
To offer restless dreams they bring.
And it's just the time and place to find
A sad song to play
Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak
Call me the Jack-A-Lynn.
Cold black cats in policeman's hats
Nosing where the mice have been.
And the lonely hours, forgiving now,
And I'm far, far from home.