Leisure time
eight to nine
get up then
and after ten
have to do
work
an hour or two,
You
wait for me
half past three
for
tea, a kiss
I
would not miss
these beats in
time
our leisure time
eight to nine.

i look out at
the ocean,
listening to
the crash of
the waves.

we used to
go here; us.

we used to
go together.

you used to
say that i was
beautiful, like
the sea.  

beautiful and
mysterious.  

i listen to the
soft echoes
of small waves
crawling on
the rocks.

you took me
on my first
date here.

i watch the
sun slowly
walk down to
the horizon.

you took me
here, on our
anniversary,
and told me
that you loved
me and that
you never
wanted to be
anywhere
without me
by your side.

i look out at
the ocean,
once more.

i wish you
were here
right now.

i wish you
hadn't left.

but now
you're gone,
and i have to
imagine you
here,

next to me.

It seems that just like prices
Your salary always rises
But when it comes to mine
You quickly draw the line
And tell me to do without
Then you begin to shout
That you are the party that
Always tips your hat
To the good old days
And the good old ways
How the country should run
But only you are having fun.
You and the other rich kids
Have all the toys and games
While our lives stay the same;
Underpaid and underfed
Until we are all dead
And only you remain.

That is your refrain
In the marching song you sing
And the privation you bring
With your deals and lies.
Just one of the guys.
And we are left out in the cold
Unless we happen to get bold
And call you out for villainy
For stealing every penny
And begrudging us an ounce
Of clean ***** on which to pounce
To grow a meager garden here
To feed us one more year.
But that seems against your rules.
We that are your tired mules
And can’t afford to bribe you
To do what you know you ought to.

He was sitting on a fencepost
A mouth harp in his hand
He started making music
Like a ghostly rubber band.
He called me a stranger
And, I asked him how he knew.
He raised his head and stared
And seemed to look me through.
He said:
There is nothing down this highway
But heartbreak and a tale
Nobody will friend you here
There’s nothing good for sale
We are here with no way out
So move right on away
You only have your freedom
If you don’t let yourself stay.

Some people think it’s heaven
‘Cause they never had a chance
They never had a friend before
A storybook romance.
They made some stupid choices
Now there’s a piper to pay.
They’re deaf to rhyme or reason
No matter what you say.
Some believe they never had
The character to change,
That they were born without a dream
The hopeless and strange.

But we know lonely backroads
That never reach the bay.
We live in fogs of memory
Here in Futile Quay.
Where once we were children;
Now we never smile.
Our trip down this highway
Is a never-ending mile.
So go on back to comfort
To security and plans.
Stay too long in Futile Quay
You’re out of fortune’s hands.