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