i have been filling my head with memories
ever since i can remember
and recently,
since i first tumbled down oxford street

old halls of peeling paint
and drab post promotional pictures
corridors filled occasionally,
by strange overstuffed personnel

took my thought
and rode across the city
on silver metal machines
devoid of horses
metropolis dark and brooding

do they not know?
that is all we want
do they not know or realise
that in everyone’s face
there is sadness in their eyes

you can see me
on a friday evening
wake me up on a saturday morning
holding, diving, weaving, living

we will live again
in gold palace lands
of changeable times
and shifting sands

mind traps catch a weaker thing
so be careful
when you are trying to be everything
they got my words
but they could not believe they were real

i am not down for any reason
it is just thing seem so hard
and when things are hardest
it is then you question everything

she looks at me,
with her funny kind of look
and i afraid it starts again
all those feelings that i thought had gone away