Steve Hackett

Crickets are chirping the water is high
There's a soft cotton dress on the line hanging dry
Windows wide open African trees
Bent over backward from a hurricane breeze
Not a word of goodbye not even a note
She gone with the man in the long black coat
Somebody seen him hanging around
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask
If she wanted to dance he had a face like a mask
Somebody said from The Bible he quote
There was dust on the man in the long black coat
Preacher was a talking there's a sermon he gave
He said every man's conscience is vile and depraved
You cannot depend on it to be your guide