I met a man in Carrick,
who paused and said to me,
'the Shannon is very, very deep,
but it is not the sea.

I thought and thought again on this before I went to sleep and my thoughts told this to me, that what he said was also very, very deep.
It seems a vaster ocean roared that stored in me a great emotion though I could not figure why,
never saw the guy again.

There are people I have never met and yet they cannot forget the passage of my time,
in time they will while time is still reflected in my eyes.

Guys,
I have woken in a hundred motels, felt like bells were ringing in my head, washed and watched the living dead, slept with some,  where others looked and ran away,
stayed and overstayed my welcome in more places that were never mentioned in the guide book, took liberties, bribery, corruption, I have seen destruction, vice, crawled with the vermin and the lice, but what reminds me I'm a man was a man in Carrick who I did not know.

Reflections of me as deep as the Shannon, but not as deep as the sea.