I saw you pass down headstone road
my heart raced on behind you
the years were stripped away
and you were mine
you looked so different now
but looks can be deceiving
heartbeat the same
same blood through your veins
the grassy knoll has long since vanished under
concrete
the oak is gone
theres a record shop on the memories of days gone by
another year pops up the old one slips behind me
land bought and sold new traffic through the old
a glimpse of you could bring a bright spark of
reminders
the years just slipped away
and you were mine
new traffic through the old to multistory car parks
a disused office block two roundabouts an underpass
five lighters for a pound echoes down the walkway
the oak is gone
theres a record shop on the memories if days gone by
last night on the tiles
last night in the carpark
what would it mean to a sad old git like me