Warrington

Warrington

The wind came today, and blew my mind
Left to the neon exit sign.

The meal was cold. The film was poor.
You were scathing. I was raw.

I need this hit. I crave the pain.
I want to feel alive again.

The harsh north wind in the early hours.
The drunks, the punks, the stinking bars.

The Wolves , The Wires. Smiths. The town.
The getting high and coming down.

The accent, like a poor man's Manc.
Walton, Orford. Social rank.

The station by the Cock and Bull.
Full of it, but never full.

Gathering speed past '89.
Gold dust blown away by time.

It's them I love. It's you I grieve.
I'm leaving but I'll never leave.