“The hour is midnight
Near Bangkok
We see reflections on the water
A woman alone, a white woman alone
There can only be danger in the silence”

Her morals are an anchor
To keep her buoyed
Yet she senses her fate fast approaching,
fast approaching.

(With gusto)
In the dark of night we roll along
Rowing without a care
Blithely unaware that there is trouble
In Bangkok
City of Western dreams