Sitting in the labour
Where no-one’s very pally
I try to love my neighbour
But wind up loving Allie
She makes me joy she makes me sing
Allie you’re my everything!
Soon the winding counties will
Be lost behind me, motorways
And bending roads, the shopping malls...
Just now I strode the road, wondering where
Happiness lies. Does happiness lie?
Is so much of that for which we care...
