That's what it is...

"There's frost on the graves and the monuments
But the taverns are warm in town
People curse the government
And shovel hot food down
Lights are out in the city hall
The castle and the keep
The moon shines down upon it all
The legless and asleep..



..There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick
There's a lantern in the tower
Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours
On Charlotte Street I take
A WALKING stick for my hotel
The ghost of Dirty Dick
Is still in search of Little Nell
That's what it is.."
Mark Knopfler, What it is