Cruel fate
I found the word but too late
Though I wore the right face
I was in the wrong place
My shape
Lost within the landscape
Walking down the ghost track
Willing them to come back
So kiss me like the first time

We can be gone if you want
That’s where this road leads anyway

A good thing
Never needs explaining
What’s good is great between us
It happens in a warm rush
Freedom
You lose the place you came from
And this independence
Has put me in the past tense
So kiss me like the first time

We can be gone if you want
That’s where this road leads anyway

©1999 John Newlands