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