Ant Smith

This Life

Night out

Empty chairs freeze vacant stares

Echoes of what once was there

Now candle burning on it's own

While in my mind plays The Ramones

In rhythms we are bound alone

Bunting flapping in the breeze

Hypnotic web spins in the tree

And sergeant pepper eyes up me

While I'm drinking antifreeze

Eastern European man

Collecting glasses in one hand

While lonely shawled woman plans

Her escape to promised lands

The band arrives in shabby shock

Singer borrows a ciggy shot

Soon coalesce within the room

For music to set up our mood

While in my mind plays The Ramones

In rhythms we are bound alone

This Life