mark knopfler
silvertown blues
On Silvertown Way, the cranes stand high Quiet and gray against the still of the sky They won't quit and lay down though the action has died They watch the new game in town on the Blackwall side  From the poisonous drains a vision appears New circle of cranes, a new reason to be here A big silver dome rising up into the dawn Above the church and the homes were all the silver is gone  If I'd a bucket of gold, what would I do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown  A silver dawn steals over the docks A truck with no weels up on cinderblocks Men with no dreams around a fire in a drum Scrap metal schemes are rusted over and done  If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown  When you're standing on thin and dangerous ice You can knock and walk in for citizens' advice They'll tell you the where you can turn, where you can go There's nothing they can tell me I don't already know  If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown  From the Caning Town train I see a billboard high There's a big silverplane raising up into the sky And I can make out the words 'seven flights every day' Says six of those birds are bound for JFK  If I'd a bucket of gold, silver would do I'd leave the story untold Silvertown blues And I'm going down in Silvertown Down in Silverdown Going down Silvertown Down in Silverdown