29th September, 2006

Great Expectations

There are a few things I’d love to write about, but can’t - not until Monday. So, for now I’ll share something very personal. Here are the lyrics to a song about a man who imagines he’s married his girlfriend on a nightbus. This song reflects where my head is at right now, on many levels. This may not be what you assume. I’d tell you who the song is by, but then it wouldn’t be mine any more…

And if it rains all day

Call on you I’ll call on you

Like I used to

Slide down beside and wrap you in stories

Tailored entirely for you

I’ll remind you

We exchanged a vow

I love you I always will

A call girl with yesterday eyes

Was our witness and priest

Stockport supporters club kindly supplied us a choir

Your veil was your smile

As we move down the aisle

Of the last bus home

And this is where I go

Just when it rains

Blinking and stoned

Rain in your hair

You only smoke ‘cause it’s something to share

Singing bring on the night

To have and to hold

The sodium light turning silver to gold

Spitfire thin and strung like a violin

I was

Yours was the face with a grace

From a different age

You were the sun in my Sunday morning

You were the sun in my Sunday morning

Telling me never to go

So I’ll live on the smile

And move down the aisle

Of the last bus home

And if you’re running late

This is where I’ll go

Know I’ll always wait

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