Pushchair

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