cut your losses and go
for your mighty gamble
you do not have anything to show
a win that will not commit

i enjoy the honeymoon
but it changes so soon
one day it is the bright morning
then it is overcast afternoon

perhaps i need something extra
something special
something different
something i do not know
yet something that is sorely missed

i have rode all the buses i have seen
some big, some small
some a nightmare, some a dream
i have even rode the buses,
that liked to scream

your advice
was, ‘to be myself’
but how can that be true?
when it was not good enough for you

we drink too much –
when all else fails
and when eyes tell sorry tales
like the mind i lost –
to the ghost i found

but it is also true,
that you did not want that love
no the kind a child offers its mother
the security that children offer
was security turned away

put trust in these hands,
put lust in these eyes
put hop in my skies

time went away
and came back to haunt me
like a vision
like a dream
your touch is the strangest thing

i say, look after yourself
black and blue does not suit you
a mixed up day
came and decided to stay