Archive for February, 2003
Out on the Wiley, Windy Moors
She calls out to the man on the street
Sir can you help me?
It’s cold and I’ve nowhere to sleep
Is there somewhere can you tell me?
He walks on, doesn’t look back
He pretends he can’t hear her
Starts to whistle as he crosses the street
Seems embarrassed to be there.
Oh, think twice
‘Cause it’s another day for you and me […]