Trocadero Goldmine Blues
In Dublin Town
1842
My blood was born
Ready for you
Perfect sunrise
Early '86
A score and two days
You were my fix
And I don't own the ocean
And I don't own these rocks
The riches inside me
Never need locks
Thoughts of your smile
That run in my mind
Are priceless treasure
And a goldmine
And I don't own this rain storm
And no warmth I can feel
But I've got some riches
That no one can steal
Cause thoughts of your voice
That run in my mind
Are priceless treasure
They are a gold mine
I'm not too smart
I'm not too dumb
I'll care for you are
And whom you'll become
