Raindrops on the washing line
Mist hung over the pampas grass
A morning of copying old files
A morning of reading past histories
We are we where we are because
Because we said the things we said
Or we did not say what we did not say
And altogether it appears a bit untidy
Things not being where they ought to be
And also things just where they should be
You were angry for a time, as loss
Put you off your track, derailed you
But now you are back, you are, back
