They say there's wreckage a-washing up All along the coast, no one seems to know too much Oh, who got hit the most? Nothing has been spoken There's not a lot to see, but something has been broken That's how it feels to me We had a Halloween I never meant to spoil Now it's lying in the water Like a slick of oil The tide is running out to sea Under a darkening sky The night is falling down on me And I'm a-thinking that I should head on Head on home And don't you long Don't you long Leave my room The beat's cold Little Wild Kitten out hunting See what he can get You're in a big city That won't stop growing yet The sun is going down smoking A flaming testament Something has been broken And it feels permanent A little seabird flying He knows where he wants to go I guess I ought to pack my stuff And do the thing I know best I turn around and head on back Along the old sea wall I felt something giving way Now I'm sorry that's all Head on home And don't you long Don't you long Leave my room The beat's cold The beat's cold The beat's cold