| Teignmouth | |
| On the night train | |
| From the city to the south | |
| I saw spirits | |
| Crawl across the river mouth | |
| In skewed ascension | |
| With no destination | |
| Like this lone bachelor in me | |
| This constant yearning | |
| For great love and learning | |
| For the wind to carry me free | |
| So when the birds fly south | |
| I'll Reach up and hold their tails | |
| Pull up and out of here | |
| And bridle the autumn gales | |
| Down to the burning cliffs | |
| To the unrelenting roll | |
| To marry the untold blisses | |
| And anchor this lost soul | |
| From my window | |
| I saw two birds lost at sea | |
| I caught our reflection | |
| In that silent tragedy | |
| But with hope prevailing | |
| I draw galleons sailing | |
| In full sail billowing free | |
| So when the birds fly south | |
| We'll reach up and hold their tails | |
| Pull up and out of here | |
| And bridle the autumn gales | |
| I give you my hand | |
| The fingers unfold | |
| To have and forever hold | |
| To marry the untold blisses | |
| And anchor this lost soul |