Down East I was born
grew up with the wind and the sea
salt in my veins
but nothing else to hold me there
westward I roamed
searching for work with my friends
now under cold city lights I stand alone

Memories of waves
crashing on the shore
are the only thing I have left
cold hard concrete will be my bed tonight
tomorrow, I'll go home

The good times got scare
fishing and factories are slow
the vote just ain't there
so politicians don't give a damn
held out best I could
but sooner or later you leave
now under cold city lights I stand alone

Memories of waves
crashing on the shore
are the only thing I have left
cold hard concrete will be my bed tonight
tomorrow, I'll go home