It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
She climbs in the car
Fag in mouth and hair in wind
Fiddles with the door and waves...
All through the years every now and then
I’ve made my lists and packed my bag
To leave old Brentford town again...
