didn't want to be the one

the one who's left behind

while the other one goes out to life

and comes back home to find

me sitting pretty happily

surrounded by a house

with cups in all their saucers

and not a bit of dust



days going by in clouds of flour and white washing

life getting lost in a world without end



I wanted to be the one

with road dust on my boots

and a single silver ear-ring

and a suitcase full of notes

and a band of wayward children

with their fathers left behind

all in their castles in their air

and houses in their land



lives getting lost in mending gaps in their fencing

all I ever wanted was a road without end