I met you when my days were the darkest dark I met you when existing was the hardest part It's been years. It's been decades. All that time is past. Now our future is a mystery and its coming fast. Bad news rolled like a boulder through our open hearts, Your resolute shoulder shrugging from the start You were planning. Every action. Each important date. Tomorrow morning's a big one, get some sleep, it's late. Heatwaves they beat down upon us, Plastics piling in the sea, the markets they plough on without us, and there's tyrants in the east.. Let all the gentle pilgrims soon be freed from fear Let all the brokenhearted know that change is near Let all the lost people wandering soon be found And let my love walk lightly on the ground And let my love walk lightly on the ground And let my love walk lightly on the ground

My granddaddy was a bus driver. all seven brothers shared a coat. I heard one Christmas he got a penny and a biscuit, I don't know if he had any dreams or hopes. I stepped out the womb into a different pot of options, Any future I could dream of I could choose, Impatient. Courageous. Passionate and dangerous. Nothing in this life I couldn't lose. I'm out here freely in the world..... I capture the jewel I cut with a knife I search for a clue I squint in the light I flitter and falter unknowing as I shift softly through that gentle night, Every thing you could dream of comes true, Recessions, Breakdowns and Breakthroughs Swerve avoid the potholes, tip toe on those hot coals, Life can change your circumstance with glee, It's nothing compared to the pain that's in your heart when you've been lied to so disgracefully The city fathers, they all hounded us regardless, and deserters got torn limb from limb Well, My brother, he's gone to Australia, and I got nothing but respect for him I run out freely in the world... I tremble at night I'm tracing the plough I worship the sky I wait for a sound The sign of the cross I'm making panicked, as I walk lightly on that holy ground, What cruel master forsakes me now? Ah, I'm long past caring, it doesn't matter anyhow... A fire has come to me. So clear and pure in me. And its burning. And its shining just for you... I see so clearly now Each problem dearly now, Presents itself like bliss It’s true And you declare your love for this bad earth All it’s neon lights and it's bees and birds But that hard ache and that poison curse. It all still remains, and it all gets worse.. Flat packs and thumb tacks, rat traps and land tax, Remember, Pay the mortgage and put flapjacks in back packs for the school snacks, Find some time to fit the kids in Realise your core ambitions Balance all the madness and keep the seven level plates a-spinning You thought the peace would come, and treat the wounds with all life's penicillin, a journey for your heart's condition, A voodoo doll to stick a pin in, Loved her but she wasn't willing, Hungry but he wasn't giving, it never stopped and it never will and oh you're still out freely in the world You're driving at night You're studying faith You’re giving up fights You’re fasting for days You’re sitting cross-legged under starlight trying desperately to meditate

Who could know their own son? There’s not anyone out there could know their own son. Who out there could even contemplate The meaning of kindness and the meaning of fate, The worries and the searches of a 4-foot-high fellow, What he dreams in the night when his head hits the pillow, Let alone my specialist child. With your wrist-hands a-wringing, and your gentlest smile. Who could know their own son? Love is the total It’s the glue and the stitches that binds the whole world It’s the purest expression of nowness and living It's the antidote to nature It's the point of it all But do you even love me? It's a technical question. I don’t wonder about it often. But sometimes I do. After all I'm only human. I can picture the future. In a granny flat in our garden, all living our own little lives. Pottering inside for tea and a biscuit. It's 9 o clock. Movie night. Withnail & I. It will be the wildest bliss. It will be the wildest bliss. It will be the wildest bliss.