You Alone Will Be My Last Adventure

by Clive James and Pete Atkin

The shells of cars have been sucked dry
And junked in heaps toward the sky
Their owners gone beyond all fear of censure
But the particles of safety glass
Sprinkled in the ruined grass are vivid
With all the songs I wove for my beloved
For you alone will be my last adventure

The planes have dumped their angry clouds
And draped the trees in wasting shrouds
That cut back the varieties of tincture
But still there falls a healing rain
Softly on the land in pain and livid
I mean the songs I wove for my beloved
For you alone will be my last adventure

The unmanned empty freighter moored
Against the high wall of the fjord
Will put to sea before the worst of winter
Against the silence and the cold
The broken figure in the hold is covered
By all the songs I wove for my beloved
For you alone will be my last adventure
You alone will be my last adventure
You alone will be my last adventure