Eugene Mcguinness Bold Street
Black cap, snapping at the heels of the ladies
Rushing, windswept hair and scarves waving
Big Issue man threw a salvation by a penny
Please give what you can
A penny if you have any
Coffee aromas, swimming past the fruit stand
Trag(?) at the corner in a pink polka-dot headband
Schoolboys are mean, but who knows what they're hiding
Time washes clean the masks in which we cry in
Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold
Oh, me oh my
I always find myself on this road
A fake American diner plays me Mr. Mustard
But Orpheus is really an old accordion busker
The Mayor recites a Shakespearean sonnet
Saturday night, both feet caked in its own vomit
Burberry check, curbside sex and police cars
She cuts through the chaos, through the canvas like a
shooting star
All slow motion now, can't quite believe my black eye
This dark angel landed and obviously missed a war cry
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Like a diamond in the sky
Will I work it out alive
Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold
Oh, me oh my
I always find myself on this road
Oh, will I be lost in twilight near Bold
Oh, me oh my
I always find myself on this road
