Richardson Road

Every time I walk down
Richardson Road
I see the life you could have
Had there if you’d wanted
The early sun that catches
Shop windows
In the mist makes mirrors
In the lists of errors
Are suburban pleasures
Suburban pleasures
Suburban pleasures
The comfort of the cafe
A lifetime ago
Sons are on the mobiles
In the middle distance
Just above the rooftops
Of Richardson Road
With the quiet mothers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Becoming light as feathers
Through the English weather
Over gorse and heather
Becoming light as feathers
Coming light as feathers
Coming light as feathers
Through the English weather
Over gorse and heather
Coming light as feathers