Finer

(McDonald/McAlinden)

     

In an ordinary town
a chariot is pulling round the local stud and beauty queen
A small pond Venus and kingpin
Charging down the quiet Sunday streets
Shaved head gangs are standing neon lit

Nothing could be finer than the summer
It was simply you and me
No ambition to be something
New to possibility
Scanning all the heads, searching all the hearts
Looking out for something that set one apart
Didn't know what I hoped for wordless questions
answered tenderly

Success is an illusive goal
Climbing a grease-covered pole
Mills and foundries derelict,
Skills and trades now obsolete,
Headlines carry fears for a rise in crime
With results of an away match last weekend

Nothing could be finer like new tubers
Blooming in the sultry haze
New together, spark to tinder lighting up a hungry blaze
Looking to defy, living to avenge
A tired empty life to kick against
Through the working week, to deserved weekend
Driven to a life money cant defend
Now I know what I hoped for when I found you...
You were my beautiful escape

Nothing could be finer than the summer
It was simply you and me
No ambition to be something
New to possibility
Nothing could be finer like new tubers
Blooming in the sultry haze
New together, spark to tinder lighting up a hungry blaze
Nothing could be finer.

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