There’s a car, a train, a bus 

That will bring you back to us

When your stay away it's brief...

We’re made for love and we’ve retained

That childhood dream despite the care

And hard frustrations that have rained...

Though your sweet voice frightens the cat

I cannot have enough of that

Stentorian snores disturbing air...

Stay with me in the race. I’m hanging in the saddle

Almost off. Reach now from your sure mount

And steady me. Seat assured...

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Your sexiest aspect when we’re in bed

Are you eyes – they thrill me dead

They gleam, so narrow, blue, so rude...

Through the dark and wind that gusts and bustles,

Beneath a sky the icy moon adorns

Along cold pavements where the dead leaf rustles...

You are here 

The walls lose the sun, the last shard

Of light caught beneath the eaves...

About the centre of the small loo window 

Leaves of every ivy-colour frame

The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...

Soon the winding counties will 

Be lost behind me, motorways

And bending roads, the shopping malls...

It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.

The street is quiet. Voices very dear

Reach up the stairs...