And Also The Trees What's Lost Finds
Francis Phillips He stands back to the wall Looking out across the twisted world Towerbrocks rise Up against the yellow sky I'm looking out for you I'm looking out for you Sometimes I'm running in my heavy boots Down the rutted lanes of this town Run run run my brother Don't bother looking round.
Woman calls In the garish night Bullbous shadows Dodging in and out And in and out of sight Closed doors Feeling my way throuogh the dark I'm looking out at you His cropped head fist-like turns I wonder where does it end? My teeth dry with the inbreath Turning streetlights an the tunnel view Run run run my brother I'm waiting here for you.
