Somewhere London
somewhere london
where am i,
where are you
where are we going
i don’t quite understand
somewhere in covent garden
falling down the strand
somewhere london
walking till we find an underground station
i see you standing there
which way are we facing?
night lights from laughing people
the clock is all neon
upon the stone steeple
somewhere london
trying to work out us
wandering in and out of side streets
to shops we would love own
where are we?
are we really here at all
living out a fantasy
better than somethings
somewhere london
that is all i know
now i hurry home
and i think about what to do
Many more poems and stuff at
https://theboybehindtheglasses.com/
James Garratt – Wednesday 4th December 1996
Somewhere London – Wednesday 4th December 1996
