James Yorkston The Brussels Rambler
so, so strange
so, so good to see you
what i'd do without a doubt
to live those long summer weeks
the blaze in the sky
shut me up for who i was
despite my best intentions
of dignity
my heroic opening lines
were stuttered and all wrong
the de looking foolish
but jesus, you're looking so fragile
it's caught me unaware
that the soul wants to hold you
the series has become hidden
but only in movements and gestures
brussels train shook my skeleton
it's long wires excite my mange
my threats to the rail would amuse me
but i regret every mile i put in between us
the simplest of words
i tried to tell you of your value
but i was tired from the travels
and you heard them long before
when we were sure and close
and the wise words you believed
before i regretted every mile i put between us
