In the late hours of a sunset rendezvous -- Chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you. Got a job in a southern city -- got some lead-free in my tank. Now I must whisper goodbye -- I'm bound for the mainland. Island in the city, Cut by a cold sea. People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity. Now the sum breaks through rain as I climb Glen Shiel On the trail of those old cattlemen who drove their bargain south again. And in the eyes of those five sisters of Kintail There's a wink of seduction from the mainland. Island in the city. Cut by a cold sea. People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity. Storm-lashed on the high-rise -- their words are spray to the wind. Blown like silent laughter. Falling on ears of tin. Take my heart and take my brawn. Take by stealth or take by storm -- Set my brain to "cruise." I can see the glow of the suburb lights. I'm fresh from the out-world -- Singing the mainland blues. There was a girl where I came from. Seems a long time, long time gone by. Wears the west wind in her hair. She calls from the hill -- yeah, she calls In my mainland blues. There's a coast road that winds to heaven's door Where a fat ferry floats on muted diesel roar. And there's a light on the hillside -- and there's a flame in her Eyes but how cold the lights burn on the mainland. Island in the city. Cut by a cold sea. People moving on an ocean. Groundswell of humanity. Storm-lashed on the high-rise. Their words are spray to the wind. Blown like silent laughter and falling on ears of tin. In my mainland blues.