Rain, Heaven, Hail - Alfie

Tiring

They talk 'til you snooze

Never, ever realised

That tide

Colour, mystery

You say kids’ll tire me

Couldn’t keep

Couldn’t, these strains

Leave a poor player’s life for me

Wise feet

Never leave home

Tracing you down baby

Cos' I’ve outgrown

Summer, new sound

Seems I wasn’t meant for you

For long

Feather, you think of

Maybe then you’ll call na-night

Then go