The Hill

At 10pm the weary world lies quiet and still

I tail the lamplights up the North End Way until

I reach two lovers on the Heath

Reminding me of summers that for now

Fade away

Fade away

The end is here and all that I can say is “when”

Not “how” or “why” or something droll or wry, instead

I pull up from my memory

The half-forgotten faces I once knew

I was wild

I was young

But then

You slow down

And feel the emptiness

Hang around

It’s not that I–

I’m not afraid

Only helpless

Before the space

It’s getting late I really have to leave my friend

Just fix me one last drink and we can see til then

We’ll stay up playing your guitar

I’ll tell you how I could have been a star

But instead

But instead

And then

You slow down

And feel the emptiness

Hang around

It’s not that I–

I’m not afraid

Only helpless

Before the space

And I

Wish I had shown

I was a heavyweight

Then they’d all know

But it was played for laughs

The curtain falls, but no one claps.