Chess

So long

Your sleeves don't fall on your wrists

You're all smiles and limb

Opened up and wrapped in

Red curls

Falling on the bathroom sink

You cut them off and look like a kid

I run around collecting

Skipping down Green Lanes

You stole a glass again

From the pub we play chess in

They'll never let us back in

We're criminals and boring

And we'll never need more than this

Day out

Riding on the 29

Fleshing out the storyline

Pointing at for sale signs

As if

Golds aren't twenty a pack

We'll never get our money and our breath back

We'll never hit the fast track

Skipping down Green Lanes

You stole a glass again

From the pub we play chess in

They'll never let us back in

We're criminals and boring

And we'll never need more

We're driving on the West Coast

Gàidhlig radio

We love everything that we don't know

Paris, Texas

Next exit

I'm home and I'll never need more than this