I didn't just float
After three long years I knew
Just what to do
Head to the wharves
All the stores are closed
A storm rolls through
You
You dreamt
I drove
A Peugeot across the Sahara
When really I
I never made it past
The harbour
I wake at dawn
And listen to the magpies
Calling, calling
I can't picture
Anything but your room
And you
You said
It was enough
I thought I called your bluff
Instead
You insist
I don't drift