Growing up
Not giving a ****
Those days I really miss for the kick
Not rightly thinking
Out all night drinking
Not a care to who I hurt or what I did
Stumbling home from Batchwood
Just fifteen miles to Watford
Please God just send me to bed
Now in my forties
So much time just plain naughty
Never acting on those dreams I had in my head
All I need now is that final dance
To prove that I really do stand with such emphatic stance
And to banish those acts and to get rid
This is no begging letter
Because I know I can do so much better
Just one last chance to ride that horse I fell off as a kid
Into the setting sun
Where you can watch me as I run
Take flight on adventure,
into my final bid


JJB