I walk past a row of Victorian terraced houses
The iron railings have been clumsily removed
From the walls of their owners front gardens
I see a lady get off the double-decker bus
She is carrying what looks like a metal detector
I thought, but didn't say...
Were these two things in any way connected
Before I saw the lady get off the bus I was
Thinking what a small life we Englander's live
I was taken back twenty years or so, to a work
Colleague showing me his holiday home villa
Somewhere in the sunshine state of Florida
Back then it was the size and the spaciousness
That hit me, impressed me, and it hits me again
Today I lead a small life, in a small thinking country
Perhaps it is time for adventure
