The only thing

We're almost packed

The Whitsun Weddings have me straddling scenes

Icelandic vodka plays its aurora across my night

Up there’s a star for every person born

Like us, they come and go

I drift into another week at work

Easyjet skidding on St Iago's way

Peregrines

Ha!

Time for contemplation

As meaninglessness comes rushing through the station

No one cares if it's on time

It doesn’t matter

Seems that nothing really does

Except for you

I wonder how much of this is my fault

Then realise nothing can be changed

All that's left is hope

And I've seen enough to know

Your star will always shine

As long as there's a road out