I think I'm gonna take a little trip now, haven't got money for a ticket but I'll somehow come down.
Meet me around sundown, I feel at home in your town.
I'll never rest in peace in this ghost town, used to be the host now I'm headed for the coast like burnt toast...I've been in too long.
Is it wrong to get scared when things go oblong?
I've only gone and put odd socks on; polka dot frocks and legs like lock stock, double barrel shotgun surname Top-Copp.
Strawberry shirt folded up like a crop top.
Oh no, we live further than a stone's throw; we'll have to play a few games of hopscotch.
Hop into the cotton, buried deep beneath the jumper.
With you I feel ten years younger.

There's a been a shift in tone, is it set in stone?
Hold no hope in hieroglyphics because they can erode.
The second tablet got us crushed inside the hippodrome.
No more jockeying about because we're in the zone.
How do you really feel, you on an even keel?
I miss how you wake up; the sound of Seal.
Out the duvet, straight into a set of painted overalls, overall I just want you back but Top I know the score.
So please don't hold your breath for you've too many left.
You deserve some fresh air, I know you haven't slept.
How you kept on working fourteen hour shifts and never moaned, I'll never know. It's been a pleasure just watching you grow.
So, I guess I owe you for the bouldering, that's how I know I'll never show you the cold shoulder and you know what's true?
You're flipping' rock hard whenever you choose, I know you'll have no trouble when it comes to climbing through the blue.

He returned from Cherbourg and informed the mother who worked at the store that Johnny Boy's home; not fighting no war.
Three or four feet sore from scheming on the see-saw.
Promised to change the way he behaved.
Swore the parader through the clay when it rained.
Steep kinda looking step enveloped in the velcro leads to shrines of cooking texts and triple stripe shell-toes
Tails of Johnny Boy - the woolgatherer; ambled around town but gambled with stamina.
Lost his first love, didn't count on a second.
Travelled to Cherbourg but only in his mind's eye...
Reck you're ready to spread the umbrella like Jun Kazama in Tekken 2.
A kite floating in the retinal...ineffable fear.

Even though your name
in my phone has changed,
something tells me to
always wait for you.
Mon amour je t'attendrai
toute ma vie
absence is a funny thing
my little strawberry.