Verity

A cross in her love, to where we drink wine, she gives us a shove, a drink beneath stars, it's not before time, life is too stark, she looks up above, lost in her crime, the year she goes bust, hair like a jump start, she hasn't a dime, but still drives a car, she steers the old tub, down avenues of Lime, the cops take a look, it's never easy or calm, sitting by her side, my home isn't far, she sings into her gloves, passed neon street signs, life's more than a crust, she has to get by.