I guess i might start walking back
past the fenced in pontiacs
like a lover waiting to be reconciled
there's a couple up ahead
above a laugh the woman said
"nothing lasts like the memory of a child"
But oh i hear the footsteps below
a girl with a soldier late walking home
If only my eyes know the truth
then i have seen better days then youth
maybe this time moves in horizontal lines.
Cause i'm a passenger in the van maybe i can be a merciful man
i feel the hot air sound of tongues
and i've got London in my lungs
and i'm feeling like a sketch
of a roller coaster car
with the vinyl foam and tar
waiting uphill for the chain to catch.
And oh i hear footsteps below
a bottle across the pavement and the quiet voices go -
