Where are all the carnival rides The Ferris wheel with bright lights The fairy floss and cherry cokes and the warm sultry nights The call of the racketeer encouraging all to take a chance Where's the monkey you carried just so we could hold hands
Where are all the park benches that used to ring the pond Where are the acres of green grass where we sat as you sang me our song
and where have all the ducks gone?
Where has gone the soda shop, the big band dance halls and the local Ihop?
There stands the apartment block where our little house once stood Where have all the children gone that we once watched from the stoop
Where are the endless games of hide and seek and peek a boo Where's the night gone, the fires out Where is the heartbeat of our intimacy we shared in our bedroom?
Its all there in the asbestos ceiling and in the plaster that is cracked it crinkles beneath fingers of cold cotton bed sheets sterile of comfort and it lacks the vibrancy of emotions from another lifetime Laying still, awaiting the ground It drifts like fog in an ageing mind