Deep in the night heʼs a learner who canʼt keep left
Assumes the position of one fairly circumspect
He wanted to be riding
The weight between his legs would not forget
Wakes from the shadows
Stirs from his stew
Into the shower he let it rain and scraped away the grime
Filled his ears with insults from his radio online
Why canʼt I make sense of things like normal people do?
Pedalling the hard way he coasts down to Chalkdock Flett
Scratching the beach with one fork and an epithet
He wanted to be kinder
To all the cars of those he never knew
It hides in his shadow
Sleeps in his shoes
Walked onto a shell bank as the sun began to shine
Nestled down amongst the kale because he had the time
Why canʼt I make sense of things like normal people do?
Breakers and shadows
Plastic and tin
Every day he spent at school it swallowed him alive
Passed his only test of worth when he was 35
Why canʼt I make sense of things like normal people do?