Waxholm Hotell

I called down the reception but there's no one there
They're all down by the harbour for the season's last parade
And I'm up here waiting for things to clear
I can hear someone whispering coming up the stairs

Now the mornings come so often
And the evenings end so soon
These days everything seems so long ago
Once a midsummer's evening
We dined here in the hall
My eyes were on her as she watched the gulls fly low

First there was a ripple then a crash
Maybe a yellow ferry going down
But now it seems like it's not
It's just lost in the mist
Could be it's the waitress losing her grip

Now the mornings come so often
And the evenings end so soon
These days everything seems so long ago
Once I almost drowned here
But a quick hand pulled me up
Now he is gone, I'm inside, out of the cold

It was much later I made my way down
All the real fishermen had all gone home
The tired eyed soldiers were all long gone
The weekend sailors were all back in town

Now the mornings come so often
And the evenings end so soon
These days everything seems so long ago
I'd be down there in a minute
If I thought she would be there
Arriving out on the last city boat