Wednesday Overcast

I heard you were back in the country Looking for me That your heart was broken And your head was clean Down here on the carpet Of stale smoke and witch dreams Motel and Carr Mill An empty stomach of weed Left me a note, explaining Reasons for your leave Stuck here, no answers No peace A train to the coast Four hours, once a week In the pub corner Surrounded by creeps They spoke of the violence And racist police In old red bricks And ten cups of tea This place was forgotten From history I lay in silence Before we arrange to meet The mirror was small And behind lots of trees My head was empty My life was discreet A lot has changed Now a lot means to me