Graham or John, where are you from
Your picture is so, so characterful and strong
Your coat was red, yet you never said
You'd been here before, walked out the door
The zephyr blew, the jeans were new
The memory cradle, leaving the stable
A stable boy, a big girl’s toy
Open top sport, not your sort
White cotton shirt, does hurting hurt
Passing on by, tearful lover’s cry
Turning eighteen, it’s about being seen
Crocodile shoes, silver studs your dues
Sail by swan in stature, its essence you capture
No more to aspire, beyond your desire
Taking everyone’s side, on the Cadillac ride
The girl on your arm, besotted by charm
Pretty pink dress, virginity suppressed
Hair flicked back, listening to Chicken Shack
Painting your picture, writing your scripture
You carry confidence with supreme diffidence
Believing the dream, selling the sheen
Envy engagement, edge endows enragement
The cockerel quietens, the peacock whitens
The cloud of smoke, the oarsman’s silver stroke
Waters wash over the discarded cloak
He walked right in, he couldn't swim
He never spoke, you missed the joke
Nothings real, from our dreams we steal
Joseph's Technicolor Dream-Coat
That’s our conscience, missing the boat
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