Yesterday's Paper

Early to work
Bag and the keys
The march to town
Rain splits the flow
And flies underground
Down escalators
Past the posters
Grabs the latest news
We can’t help it if it’s our fault
Memory fades and stays background
Hum of the train
Words fill the air
But die in seconds
The work here is done
And left on the ground
Read all about it
Do without it
Yesterday’s paper discarded again
Like fashion or favour, save it for later
The story rehearsed, repeated again
Out of sight out of mind, yet still remains
Who stays waiting?
Who holds the gun?
Standing by so we’re safe for another time
Yesterday’s news says the worst is to come
So what’s done now is gone, yet only begun
The following pictures are cropped to the fit
So the shock disappears as soon as it hits
Who stays waiting?
Who holds the gun?
Standing by so we’re safe for another time
The telephone bleeps
I’m dragged from the bed
The morning in dark
The headlines are fresh
There’s nothing between
What isn’t, what is
Is that what I’m looking for?
Who’s business is this?
You recognise yourself in another
You recognise another and in time
The games in the park and places you go
How will I know?
How can you leave me in the dark?
The radio bullits
Repeat in the head
The voice cuts the line
The words left unsaid
There’s nothing in between
What isn’t what is
Is that what I’m looking for?
Who’s business is this?
You recognise yourself in another
You recognise another and in time
The games in the park and places you go
How will I know?
How can you leave me in the dark?