tide’s far away
ebbing at some other shore
seaside all alone
mud flats and crab’s roam

why don’t quite get there?
why can’t we make the final compromise
should we make the final compromise?

something real
something good
something i feel

is it you?
riding the dreams that i breathe
autumn leaves from changing trees
gently fall to their end

you are a friend for the light
you are a friend for me, that’s alright
you are safe with me as i am with you
you are a friend that is right

so what have l left to lose
i am not feeling sorry for myself
but after everything,
i am left a little battered and bruised

last night, went out
and looked all around and fell about
laughing we were
suddenly realising,
that you had taken me somewhere else

i rush for my tube
on my worn city feet
from the rich to the poor
husky buskers
and not such a sweet bird in a restaurant door

friends come and go
occupying my affections
others disappear in the light
give us some direction
and we shall be alright