I park my cab on Water Street I'm waiting for a fare Watch the young girls in their first heels Step like colts across the square Fire on the ocean Thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly Wherever she may be Now, I'm either in this cowboy bar Never in the choir Sometimes howling and amazed Like the wind hung up on barbed wire Fire on the ocean Thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly Wherever she may be Well, it's pretty doe-eyed Molly Could see so well at night It was a hard trade she made Just to see it black and white Now the word's gone down this north coast And it's "Boy you best take care Cut yourself with a knife Find all the salt that's in the air" Fire on the ocean Thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly Wherever she may be Now the soldiers down on Water Street They eye the little girls And the little girls of Water Street Will take them 'round the world Fire on the ocean Thunder on the sea I think of Handsome Molly Wherever she may be