There'll Be A Place

My soul’s a shell with wind of time That blows forever there The hollow roar of waves inside Nobody wants to share My mind’s a desolated street To fields of green and meadows It leads but not a face I meet Except the shaded shadows Gone is the 16 Marroway Gone is the Jansel Square The junction where I used to stay Has vanished in the air My heart’s a cactus on your ground Under the heating sun It hopes one day you’ll come around Although it knows you can’t You disappeared in the space But you remain in time I know for sure there’ll be a place For us, and some fine wine.