He rolls with the times

But don’t bother asking

Cos he ain’t got nothing to spare

He’s just hitching a lift

On the long, lonely road to nowhere

 

The shiny new people 

They all left without shame

Every road he walks down

Signposts her face in the rain

If only he could

Remember

Her name

 

 

Just out of reach

And with nothing to say

His life passes  by

He already knows there’s no space

In their hearts

And that’s where it starts

 

 

So he mumbles his stories

To no one who listens

His words getting lost 

Into his bottle of blame

Til death do they part

Is his mantra

To get thru the day

 

 

A head full of memories

And a heart weighted by stone 

He likes it this way

No need to recall any names

No need to go home

 

Under his bridge

On the bitter cold streets

Drenched in regret

He injects her love into his veins

 

In a rush that alarms

She is back in his arms

The world is subsiding

So no point in hiding

Unplugged from the mains

He’s not feeling the same

 

Til Morning hits like a truck

And he looks down on his luck

He see’s he is back where he started

And he has to start rolling again. 

C.K.23