I think I've found the answer, moving east of here,
Where the flat lands stretch away to meet the silent sea,
To meet the silent sea.
Where the dune grass whispers, the oil drums lie and rust,
Watch the distant tankers glide away at dusk,
Glide away at dusk.

And I am moving, moving away,
Drifting on the west wind, through the clear, and moving east of here.

Jesus never walked here, not on Canvey Island,
Looking for his footprints along the railway line,
Along the railway line.
Skeletons of deckchairs half eaten by the sand dunes,
Windows of the tea shop grey with salt and dust,
Are grey with salt and dust.

And I am moving, moving away,
Drifting on the west wind, through the clear, and moving east of here.

They bombed it flat in '41, they built the oil refinery,
Sadder than the seagulls, I'm looking out to sea, looking out to see,
I see him walking across the water to me.

And I am moving, moving away,
Drifting on the west wind, through the clear, and moving east of here,
And I am moving, moving away,

Drifting on the west wind, through the clear, and moving east of here.
I'm moving east of here, I'm moving east of here,
Moving east of here,

I'm drifting.

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