Travelling meant so much
Travelling meant so little
A backpack and a bodged head lamp
Unwilling security and duty free baccy
Pissed before take off
I was neva gonna win
Landing in this familiar town
Let me show you around
Each time I fly
I fly, I fly further
Losing grip on the real world
But to be honest
Chief stew to bed
I find myself pouring another drink
One is too many
1000 ain’t enough
But each night as the evening closes
I am all alone
That as that first drink hits my lips
Warms the belly,
Cheers me up.
I know I will not be here to see the evening close down
Ive grown accustomed to this hangover
Palming off sobriety from each day to the next
Perhaps I would be happier
Perhaps I would be stronger
Perhaps I would be better
But I will never know
As I will never see the end of a close down.
I don’t like to speak of my sadness.
Not in public anyway.
As to tell, I must admit,
Confess it’s name.
But as giving it a name would make it real.
I will never create that character
I will never set that scene
As each day that passes is another further away,
From that awful, awful dream.