You're a Street Map that has to be believed.
George Street 1975 then a jewel in everybody's Crown, Mister K too.
Croydon had it all, the weekly Safeway shopping -
Grants , North End, Greyhound and L & H Cloake,
even a Manhattan skyline -
Shop girls I was too young to know
a la W.H Smith's Whitgift Centre
with a surfeit of ready Queen and Eagles albums!
even the YMCA
would have done Disco
B.T Express's "do it till your satisfied"
I believe,
and the always evergreen
Van Damme Bar.
The Tavern in the Town
fondly recalled.
Amidst of all the sorrow,
stood still a boy who wasnt ready to be the man he supposed to grow,
In the decaying dime for bitter crumbs,
Only the slickest minds could climb,
The rising wall of the Notre Damme.
He wasnt ready,no.not yet.
The timekeeper keep blowing the whistle,he said the time is up,
young stud would u please keep up!
And so he ran like a scared prey on the hunt,
Out where no one could find,
in the Disneyland of the Outcast, away from the past,
Tranquilized under the moonlight glow.
He’s just the boy who wasn’t ready to grow.
I am walking through a desert,
Driest desert of my life.
Thirsty, lonely and tired
Hoping to meet a saver.
I’ve been walking for hours
Looking around for food,
Praying to God for a rain,
Trying to scare away Hunter-Birds.
Hopeless, thirsty, lonely and tired
It seemed to be a mirage on my way
I saw an island-
The land of my dreams.
Precious birds singing songs,
Flying above coldest falls,
Whispering leaves on the trees
Just unbelievable it seems!!!
But my eye was caught
By a lonely Palm-tree
That was carried away
By the mean desert wind.
He looked very upset,
But He found his way,
Going up to the blue sky
Reaching the rear white clouds.
Yet He was all alone,
Going deep to the ground
With His mighty roots,
Although He was a stranger to the croud.
He was making his way
Without dropping a tear,
In a place he calls home now,
But he made it! And that was clear
When He saw me hardly walking,
He remembered his past
He reached out his hands to me
And hid me from the burning Sun.
He took care of the wounds
That were deep in my heart
I can call him my life saver
He is my Notre damme
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