We drank as much as we could,
And she drank more than she should.
We stumbled out of this cheap whiskey bar,
And that is the story so far.

Guided by the dim streetlights,
We walked through the black harbour night.
No people, no passing car,
Well, that is the story so far.

She thinks she smells the northland snow,
(Northland snow)
And she`s as glad as I to go,
(Ay, to go)
Her very bones are sick for shore,
(Sick for shore)
And I-- I want it ten times more.
(Ten times more)

She silenced her mouth when I asked for her name,
She asked me to please do the same.
She said it's all written in the stars,
And that is the story so far.

But she whispered her name when I kissed her goodbye,
Her voice stained by whiskey and tar.
She went back to where she belonged, and I--
I went back to the bar...