Shore light fading on a dream forgotten
down by the dockyards doused in steam
All these capers at last turned rotten
soured like a discarded cream

Once we perpetuated this grand tale
that romanticized our broken gears
and boasted that life along the airship trail
was the best time in all our years

Yet somewhere past the gaslight groves
in the quiet corners of city walks
Our thoughts return to life on the row
realizing nostalgia to be mostly talk

Now ain't so bad for a storied peddler
carousing the new world in style
No need to give two coppers for a meddler
when it's time to take it easy awhile

Sometimes a sigh shall bubble like steam
and memories will leave some wet residue
But then we should smile for all we've seen
and remember our adventures how we choose