Summerfield Avenue

After the war they built Summerfield Avenue
We were one of the first houses in.
They had big back gardens and we laid the lawn.
There was a long hot summer with which to begin.

There was all the young mums and their cotton print dresses.
Each with their own silver cross and her own living doll
with a baby boom birthday and hand me down everything
'cause they knew what things cost.

From the back of the fridge an orange squash icicle, mum called me to dinner in vain. With the sun in the sky I'd set out on my bicycle to the end of the road I came. I stood at the spot where the tarmac stopped for this was the end of my mind.

I spent the whole afternoon at the end of the world. I was having a wonderful time.

(wonderful time)

Well here I am now and I've learnt my place, and everything's just as it seems, and the colour of wonder drains from my face, and the whole wide worlds up on screen, but I see no more than that little boy saw, I've certainly learnt nothing new.

The thinker stands on the bring of eureka, dizzy with deja vu.

After the war they built Summerfield Avenue.
We were one of the first houses in.