The Bloody Doors Off

A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside
(Maybe he’s on the run?)
Get back from the bar! A stranger in town is a dangerous sight
(Maybe he’s got a gun?)
“Bring a bottle of whisky, ladlord, I wanna talk for a while.”
And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows,
Oh, where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows

There is something in his eyes, something in his hands,
You can almost smell his revenge
And whoever he is after, it will be disaster:
This man is gonna take him to the very end

The Traveller, Chris de Burgh

I’m so very tired.

Can I rest now?