The whole world lies before you,
your back's against the sea.
Tucker played a little ball,
left home for the university
back here's where he found his feet
He'd robbed another liquor store,
the law would have the man in time
Deep down in the cut, beneath the refinery
An ex -rival guns him down in a
The paper showed it all too clear,
a black and white photograph
A bloody hand and a wad of twenties
Sleepy little town, how'd it come to be?
The whole world lies before you,
your back's against the sea
A poster of your face has
For a show that you'll never play
and it's resting at my feet
Three hundred pounds of soul blown
through an alto saxophone
And a heart streaked blue with
tears and nowhere left to go
With the wind in your face and
The po lice tried to talk you down
But you didn't give them time
From high upon the harbor bridge
To the hard concrete below
Flip flop and flies a song
That I can't play no more
How'd it come to be, the whole world lies before you,
your back's against the sea?
Sleepy little tin, how'd it come to be,
the whole world lies before you, your back's against the sea?
