Your mind was searching
For your favourite song
But you needed peace and quiet
Or some divine intervention
Those days you tripped
Your memory slipped
Turned down a gear or two
Leaving gaps to wander through
Your mind was searching
It’s become a fashion thing to lose
You do it with a passion
Like a fever not to choose
Those days you dipped
Those drinks you sipped
Slowed down the inner you
Leaving gaps to wander through
For Mark
