BEYOND THE BACKYARD
Belfast Central, waiting for a train.
It seems to me things have come full circle and I won't be here again.
Getting back to working on my own.
This could be my finest moment or I could come undone.
I used to be wary of loving and I thought it would just tie me down.
I'd sleep in your house with my boots on, always ready to run.
Thinking back to all I used to be.
You;ve been wilder all your life and you were surely shocking me.
Dancing past me in a black lacy shirt.
My heart pinged like a lamb in spring and you laughed at my innocence.
You knew I was wary of loving, how I thought it would just tie me down.
How I'd sleep in your house with my boots on, always ready to run.
Gin and tonic, endless cups of tea,
Counting Crows and dark welsh sunsets,
I'd gaze while you held the steering wheel.
Some thoughts I'd tell you, some you'd have to guess.
Your arms round us while we prayed in silence,
The sweetness of your breath.
Are you here at this point in my struggle when I am clinging to all that I know.
And this is one time, one place, one meeting.
We are loving, we are letting go.
And I am no longer wary of loving and I know that it won't tie me down.
And I don't have to sleep with my boots on though I am always ready to run.
Belfast Central, waiting for a train.
It seems to me things have come full circle and I won't be here again.
Belfast Central, waiting for a train.
It seems to me things have come full circle and I won't be here again.
Getting back to working on my own.
This could be my finest moment or I could come undone.
I used to be wary of loving and I thought it would just tie me down.
I'd sleep in your house with my boots on, always ready to run.
Thinking back to all I used to be.
You;ve been wilder all your life and you were surely shocking me.
Dancing past me in a black lacy shirt.
My heart pinged like a lamb in spring and you laughed at my innocence.
You knew I was wary of loving, how I thought it would just tie me down.
How I'd sleep in your house with my boots on, always ready to run.
Gin and tonic, endless cups of tea,
Counting Crows and dark welsh sunsets,
I'd gaze while you held the steering wheel.
Some thoughts I'd tell you, some you'd have to guess.
Your arms round us while we prayed in silence,
The sweetness of your breath.
Are you here at this point in my struggle when I am clinging to all that I know.
And this is one time, one place, one meeting.
We are loving, we are letting go.
And I am no longer wary of loving and I know that it won't tie me down.
And I don't have to sleep with my boots on though I am always ready to run.
Belfast Central, waiting for a train.
It seems to me things have come full circle and I won't be here again.