by Paul Weller
A hazy mist hung down the street
The length of its mile
As far as my eye could see
The sky so wide, the houses tall
Or so they seemed to be
So they seemed to me so small
And it gleamed in the distance
And it shone like the sun
Like silver and gold
It went on and on
The summer nights that seemed so long
Always call me back to return
As I rewrite this song
The ghosts of night, the dreams of day
Make me swirl and fall
And hold me in their sway
And it's still in the distance
And it shines like the sun
Like silver and gold
It goes on and on
The rolling stock rocked me to sleep
Amber lights flashing 'cross the street
And on the corner a dream to meet
Going on and on
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Stanley Road
Labels: anticipation, longing, memory, the city, Weller
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