Fish

Cold comfort greeting tired and well trod feet Moths flicker life into an empty dim lit street Well this is somebody’s hometown Absence makes the heart grow fonder Looking around I have to wonder I can hardly breathe there’s a weight upon my chest Feels like it’s pushing me down Sucking out my breath Just too many faces around here That I don’t want to see I’ve been looking for the heart of town But the ringroads lead me round and round Dreamers of Caribbean seas Jumping in and jumping out it’s me Like a fish out of the water Like a kite without a breeze Tell me, did you see the golden pavements? Was I dreaming or did they gleam Well whether you’re writing on the wall Or just sitting on the fence Get up, look around to me there’s no defense Against Celtic brothers in their streams Hooked and sent to Coventry Like a fish out of the water Like a kite without a breeze