My foot slips, ankle deep
Into the puddle of muddy water
Your laughter is seen
Looking back into the headlights
This is a Saturday evening
Out on the Lincolnshire Wolds
If you listen closely
You can hear the stars in the sky
The camera clips the top off the spire
As we travel down and along Westgate
The photographer is unsteady I might say
With her hands stretched out of the open sunroof
If you listen closely
You can hear those wheels roll over
Back at the cathedral
A congregation was gathering
Across the top of Castle Hill
The gentlemen in evening dress
Carry their instruments
In leather bound cases
If you listen closely
You can hear the cough
Of the homeless warrior
This is a long way from
The football stadium at Hillsborough
Where today with nigh on twenty-four thousand
Their songs were less of reverence
Or even of untold celebration
Though if you listen closely
You may still hear their ritual timbres
