A Man With A Pushchair

Through A Walking Frame

There Was More Than I

Could Ever Take About Pain

So He Walks The Streets

And He Doesn't Even Know My Name



I'm Going Bad Again

I'm Going Bad Again



I've Got A Life Affirming Wish To Blame

I've Got A Pre-test Scrambled Mess In My Head For A Brain

And Every Mistake I Make, I Make It Again

And Every Message I Send Condemns ,every Message I Send Ends



A Woman In The Garden

Older Than I'll Ever Be

She's Got A Open Heart

Even For The Likes Of Me

She's Got A God For A Goal

And A Cat For A Family



I Wanna See What She Sees

I Wanna See What She Sees



I've Got A Life Affirming Wish To Blame

I've Got A Pre-test Scrambled Mess In My Head For A Brain

And Every Mistake I Make, I Make It Again

And Every Message I Send Condemns, Every Message I Send Ends



And The Indecipherable Singing

Outside In The Street At 5am

It Is The Sound Of A Voice

With Far Less Choice Than Me Again

I Would Invite Them In

But I Don't Know Where They've Been

And My Policy Is

I Don't Open My Door For Strangers,

Don't Open My Door For Strangers



The Man With A Pushchair

Through A Walking Frame

He Should Sit In The Seat

And Take The Weight Of His Feet

For A Change

He Could Admire The View

While He Thought Of What To Do

And He Could Congratulate Himself

On A Deed Well Done

On A Deed Well Done

On A Deed Well Done

You've All Been Done



I've Got A Life Affirming Wish To Blame

I've Got A Pre-test Scrambled Mess In My Head For A Brain

And Every Mistake I Make, I Make It Again

And Every Message I Send Condemns, Every Message I Send Ends