Pack the car. – 17/4/17

Tea freezes over in the morning
And the sky is never blue no more
Yeah my tea freezes over in the morning
And it’s a long long way to out-a here.
To be sung in a country style if you would, with plucking on the banjo in the background. Thanks. 

Leaving – 16/2/17

Catch the train to outer space,
Or to any other place.
The fireflies will not catch you,
Not when the skies are this blue.
The last thing on earth is not pretty,
We won’t say goodbye to our city.