Are you sculling tonight,
do you miss me tonight?
Are you sorry we drifted apart?
Does your memory stray to a bright summer’s day
When we doubled and won off the start?
Does the boat in the boathouse seem empty and bare?
Do you gaze at the stroke seat and picture me there?
Are your strokes filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you sculling tonight?
I wonder if you're sculling tonight
You know someone said that the world's a crew
And each must pull their weight.
Fate had me rowing at stoke, you were never late.
Stroke one was when we met, we clicked at that first catch
You moved your oar so cleverly and never missed a inch
Then came stroke two, your timing changed and you acted strange
And why I'll never know.
Honey, you lied when you said you followed me
And I had no cause to doubt you.
But I'd rather go on having you sky
Than go on rowing without you.
Now the club is bare and I'm standing there
With emptiness all around
And if you won't come scull with me
Then make them bring the rigging down.
Are your strokes filled with pain, shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you sculling tonight?
