Tall ships go - March 1992

I watch the tall ships go

through the mist and the morning show

I’m left alone to dream alone again

Thinking what the future holds

The fantasies in dreams unfold

to seduce me with their charm in childhood ways

A friendly voice will walk these streets

But there’s deprivation in the heat

Of every fire that shines that same blue light

But somehow I’ve found a place where

I can live without disgrace

And scan horizons that I see near and far.

The cynic and the optimist

Fight a threatening duel

Will it always be like this

Far away in Liverpool?

False alarm, there is no way

The time has come, I’ve got to pay

And the consequential words I’ve said done.

Holy words have no respect

And a rent strike beckons at some request

The petition signed as the junkies have their way

All is silent at the bar

With the dagger eyes and the bleeding scars

But still we paint a smile upon our mask

Friends are friends And enemies too

Experience holds a snooker cue

Disposing of the red tape in my mind