I remember her docking
Or at least what she told me
The mysteries of origin
A bustling city
Bridges and ship works
Infidel lovers
And my father was
A railway worker
Carved from the mountain
And cross-country bike rides
To see my Aunt Mary
No blood relation
And all alone
Drinking pop in the sitting room
Now that I'm older
What will I be leaving
A futureless nightmare
And I have a doctor
But he doesn't know me
I saw youths take substance
Smashing our shelters
A lost generation
And how will they atone
For the bodies they left alone
I used to hear my records
Only through premium speakers
I'd walk around upright
With a purpose...