And I will sing you songs
As I drive in the misty rain
The wipers keeping a rythm
To my narrative of our journey
And I will sing you songs
As I push the trolley down aisles
In a crowded Saturday supermarket
Between the currypaste and beans
And I will sing you songs
As I'm cooking an evening meal
Of great empires lost
And small threads of wisdom
And I will keep on singing
Until my song is burned
On a cold part of your memory
Between imagination and regret
