THE MAN WHO MISSED THE BOAT

I see the ships smoke in the distance, I feel a lump here in my throat,
I feel an opportunity lost, for me, I am the man who missed the Boat.

I stand alone here on the dockside, I think of Jeannie in New York
I write her letters every evening, It seems she hasn’t time to talk

Long long gone, sitting in the corner of the bay,
long long gone I’m the man that missed the boat

There was a time I thought I knew her, there was a moment long ago
When I could give the whole world to her, but there is something you should know

Time it waits for no one, Or at least it seems that way
Howling at the moon won’t get you nearer, To the things that mean so much to you today.

There’s just dreams here on my pillow, Just like clouds they seem to float
Float away into forever, Like the man who missed the boat.