Georgie

I wonder if he's right, to head for the sea, in sad evening light, he’ll dance and parade, make love in some cafe', his soul works that trade, the shouting and fighting, fakes his release, he won't see the knife, his eyes bear the way, grow cold in the season, he'll pass this day, it's down to the wire, before a chance to flee, his heart on the fire, he carries such grace, but a fool in greeting, it isn't OK, bags weigh heavy at night, how can I believe, he'll never have sight, will always want me ?