Wish You Were Here

I weep just like a willow
Welling from the heart
Struck by cruel lightning
It tears my heart apart

I often feel I'm boxed in
Bearing hammer blows
But I wear them on the inside
So no-one ever knows

Sometimes the world gets angry
Sometimes a bad wind blows
Sometimes there are flash floods
Even six foot snows

The weather is a mistress
Fickle as the rest
But most days I can wake up
With my arm across her breast

A view along the promenade
Tinted pastel shades
Pictures of Madonna
In her many masquerades

The young girl in her wedding dress
The vicar with a beer
A postcard from a long lost friend
Wish you were here

I walked into a forest
Overgrown with briars
I reached for my machete
To cut away the wires

It used to take just one hand
But nowadays it's both
To cut away the dead wood
And introduce new growth

I walked into a church
With an open heart and mind
Doing what I pleased
Without seeing I was blind

Like is like a pack of cards
Stable when it's straight
The trick is in the balance
And it all depends on fate

A view along the promenade
Tinted pastel shades
A picture of Our Lady
Before the image fades

The young girl with her bra undone
The vicar with a leer
A postcard from a long lost friend
Wish you were here

I walked out on the pier
Turned round to face the town
The sea was lapping gently
And the sun was going down

The kids were playing for pennies
In the kiss-me-quick arcade
I smiled at their excitement
And all the ghosts I'd laid

A view along the promenade
Tinted pastel shades
Rows of empty deckchairs
On windy esplanades

The young girl with her knickers down
The vicar feeling queer
A postcard from a long lost friend
Wish you were here