Eighty Nine

My ma stamps the tar, she crumbles, when he buys the car, no pine needles or hay, to keep bursting like lovers, home or away, won't let him cross the arc, he's just trouble, right from the off, a sail on blue waves, with candlelit coveres, is that what he craves, he's ruined her heart, my girl says 'i wonder', if that's only the start, he's not far away, love always hungers, for trips on the train, I still hear me Da, laughing like a juggler, happy he's not barred, our house on the corner.