Riddle me this, riddle me that
I want to tell you where she's at
It isn't Dublin, Cork or Clare
You'll know the town: she once worked there
It's got a shoreline, it has a Marsh
This place she is, it might seem harsh
It might seem clichéd, on this track
For this old train ain't coming back
Don't expect to find a greeting
A hug, a kiss, a secret meeting
No help for fighting grief or cancers
The only thing you'll find is answers





