Through the spaces of an iron-ore train  
  The water eddies 'round the rushes  
  And Eddie's round at my house, insane.  
  
  The breakers in the distance  
  Cut the air Iike the crackle of a CB rig.  
  They found a crack in Eddie  
  And they tore it down, and snapped him like a twig.  
  
  His head is full of Goose Green  
  Tastes the smoke from the damp grass, well alight  
  And Eddie's waiting for the choppers  
  And he goes on waiting long into the night.  
  
  And I thought I heard a voice  
  Didn't someone here just whisper, "R?joice".  
  
  The harbour's filled with newsmen,  
  Little boats go bobbing, like a Dunkirk repeat  
  To a train ride and a welcome  
  And "Well done, Eddie" right across the street.  
  
  The water's grey and choppy  
  On the Lake out by the fairground big wheel.  
  We could circle it forever  
  But we?d never guess the way that Eddie feels