Suburban streets soaked with rain
Self-same journey once again
Along the backs of terraced homes
Council schemes, steeples, domes
This London rush. What's it for?
Another day just like before
Nothing like you likely planned
Then there is the tiny hand
That reaches up to hold on you
Too young to question what we do
If it's madness. If it's sane
Life gone on commuter trains
For her it's simple, not a muddle
She does not step around the puddle
That can and does reflect her face
That in its turn reflects your grace
Suburban streets soaked with rain
Self-same journey once again.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 5:10 PM UTC
Suburban streets soaked with rain
Self-same journey once again
Along the backs of terraced homes
Council schemes, steeples, domes
This London rush. What's it for?
Another day just like before
Nothing like you likely planned
Then there is the tiny hand
That reaches up to hold on you
Too young to question what we do
If it's madness. If it's sane
Life gone on commuter trains
For her it's simple, not a muddle
She does not step around the puddle
That can and does reflect her face
That in its turn reflects your grace
Suburban streets soaked with rain
Self-same journey once again.
