11 acessos
I'm slipping away from planet Earth
Hand in my pocket full of dirt
Shaking all over
With the funny stuff
Climbing the Fens and the Norfolk Broads
Waiting for Godot in Niagara Falls
Mustn't be late for the caravan
Mustn't be early for the garbage man
I give you a host of reasons to go
You come back marked address unknown
Sandwiched between a question of honour
And the quiet mark of the medicine man.
You're sitting alone at the traffic light
The pain is real you're ghostly white
I give you a host........
Mustn't be late........