I Don't Know Where I'm Going

I don't know where I'm going.

I put on that I'm navigating by the

stars, or beacons or album reviews.

Branches pointing one way and

Leaves falling in another.

I make out like I'm following something

But I don't know where I'm going.

I don't know where I'm going,

The postmarks of old postcards at the

Bottom of my drawer.

A colour gloss picture of a ruined abbey on a hill...

The footprints of pigeons made in mud

on my window sill.

I study these things like I'm studying maps

But I don;t know where I'm going.

I don't know where I'm going,

Iggy Pop, David Bowie and Lou Reed too,

Overheard from an Ipod coming out of Waterloo

A big girl in black with her cheeks red

With tears, her beautiful blonde friend asleep

On her shoulder, they both alight at Cobham

and disappear into darkness.

I don't know where I'm going.