Richardson Road - Grasscut

One more

Every time I walk down Richardson Road

I see the life you could have

had there if you’d wanted

The early sun that catches shop windows

In the mist makes mirrors

In the lists of errors

Our suburban pleasure

Suburban pleasure

Suburban pleasures

The comfort of the cafe

a lifetime ago

Sons are on their mobiles

In the middle distance

Just above the rooftops of Richardson Road

With the quiet mothers

Becoming light as feathers

Becoming light as feathers

Becoming light as feathers

Becoming light as feathers

Through the English weather

Over grass and heather

Becoming light as feathers

Becoming light as feathers

Becoming light as feathers

Becoming light as feathers

Through the English weather

Over grass and heather

Becoming light as feathers