the cows and the concrete
the aphalt and the sky
thats where i’ll be
and if you don’t hear from me know that i’m doing fine
what defines me?
does this skin and bone
labour too hard to find
all of the dreams
that others forgo for sake of an easy ride?
perhaps that naieve
but of them or of me
well i’m not sure that i’m so sure anymore
i used climb trees
i don’t do that anymore
perhaps that cos i’m wiser now
or maybe i scared i might fall
i awoke at half past four again
rolled over in my bed
what the hell am i doing awake at this ungodly hour?
the moon, he plays his part
why on earth can’t i play mine?
cos you are not here with me awake at this ungodly hour.
so lay me down in a field of heather someplace that’s far from here
i miss your warm body
i miss it most this time of year
the sun just hurts my eyes
i know that it gives you delight
but you are not here with me awake at this ungodly hour.